Closing time photojournal

Closing time photojournal

For all those times I thought to take a photo, I didn't take one until I was making the final rounds of the day: closing up the high tunnels to trap in heat, watering in the army of eggplant and pepper starts we potted up, soaking up the harvest. 

A short photo journal of the end of a sunny day in April: 

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Tomato scars

Tomato scars

I still feel like a mad scientist, and I'm still in awe of how the only evidence of being severed in half ends up a dainty scar, soon to be nearly invisible near the soil level.  I suppose tomatoes aren't the only organism that shows such resilience.  I wonder if, like an ache from a bone broken in childhood or the deep quaking of long-ago heartbreak, these tomatoes will remember the day I cut them in two and made them whole again.

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