My Dad grew tomatoes for years and I haven't had the exquisite pleasure of eating one since he died. And for some reason, we can't grow them here. In fact, we can't seem to grow anything here. Loved the video. That guy picked a couple of awesome backup musicians.
A well-kept secret! I can kneel down on the sidewalk in front of my house, open my eyes and find something there to write about. Inspiration is everywhere. See "Only U" https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/only-u
Beast of the field. Bushel basket of delight. Just got to take off muddy shoes,shower, cook dinner and then I give him dessert. After he cleans up the mess he hade in my kitchen.
A little mud on the floor in exchange for homegrown tomatoes? Not a bad trade. Foraging is a good description of my behavior in the refrigerator and pantry. Delicious photos. They put those store-bought Romas I purchased to shame.
Homegrown tomatoes are absolutely glorious - although my brother didn't think so for YEARS after he'd plundered the entire greenhouse of them one late-summer afternoon as a small child..... All those tomatoes fought back! Poor lad. 🤣
ha ha ha. My brother and I had the same experience one summer climbing a tree and eating far too many unripe plums. Urg. Funny I had not thought of that until just now.
My brother and I were always hungry. If we found fruit, we ate it - unripe black berries, green apples. We just assumed all fruit was sour. We were not very bright.
My Dad grew tomatoes for years and I haven't had the exquisite pleasure of eating one since he died. And for some reason, we can't grow them here. In fact, we can't seem to grow anything here. Loved the video. That guy picked a couple of awesome backup musicians.
That stand-up bass player was ON IT! And was having so much fun. The fiddler was less playful, but so soulful and clever. I am glad you noticed.
The wife’s lament.
Ah yes... I imagine she was going to smack him with the broom before she started sweeping up his mess...
Fresh tomatoes are the best! The song is fun, too.
You can write songs about ANYTHING, right? I am asking the expert, here.
Yes, if you are clever enough. Just like you can write fiction about anything.
A well-kept secret! I can kneel down on the sidewalk in front of my house, open my eyes and find something there to write about. Inspiration is everywhere. See "Only U" https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/only-u
Beast of the field. Bushel basket of delight. Just got to take off muddy shoes,shower, cook dinner and then I give him dessert. After he cleans up the mess he hade in my kitchen.
She is used to it, I am sure. He has other sterling qualities, no doubt.
Yes, cuts up mean tomatoes for pasta separating the seeds.
A serious cook.
ahh sooo juicy!!
👍🏻🩷
A little mud on the floor in exchange for homegrown tomatoes? Not a bad trade. Foraging is a good description of my behavior in the refrigerator and pantry. Delicious photos. They put those store-bought Romas I purchased to shame.
I agree. Store-bought tomatoes are dry and tasteless, compared to picking one off the vine on a hot day! Not the same fruit at all.
Sharron, really enjoyed that and Guy Clark was something special back in the day. Uniquely Texan. - Jim
Very very cool, Sharron! ❤️
Loved this! I laughed and laughed!
Homegrown tomatoes are absolutely glorious - although my brother didn't think so for YEARS after he'd plundered the entire greenhouse of them one late-summer afternoon as a small child..... All those tomatoes fought back! Poor lad. 🤣
ha ha ha. My brother and I had the same experience one summer climbing a tree and eating far too many unripe plums. Urg. Funny I had not thought of that until just now.
Did it put you off plums? Have you avoided them ever since? My brother does at long last eat tomatoes again but gosh, it took him YEARS…..! 🤣
My brother and I were always hungry. If we found fruit, we ate it - unripe black berries, green apples. We just assumed all fruit was sour. We were not very bright.
Oh Sharron, that’s adorable! Well, I’m sorry that you were always hungry, though - but gosh, thinking all fruit was sour - awwww! x
Love the build up and then dropping this line: "It’s just Harold. The absent-minded, earth-worshiping animal that I’m married to" 😄😄