Summer is sweet and sour. It is vines of filled with tomatoes turning a gentle orange before shifting to deep, sweet red. We pick them and smell the perfume that lingers on our hands. Romas provide consistency; Better Boys provide juice.
Then there’s the sour: weeds. They grow in the now-composted mulch that’s supposed to be keeping them out.
But there’s the sweetest of all: a boy who will wait patiently while mom tugs at the weeds.
