Saturday, February 11



THREE TOMATOES
ripening on the windowsill. Outside: a snowstorm. There is such a great feeling of relieved surrender about this, for a homebody like me. FORCED to stay home and putter, listen to music and read. Oh dear, dear, there is just nothing I can do except maybe some baking. Banana bread anyone? (Tomato bread does not sound quite as toothsome.)

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