The fury of the wind on Thursday night upended the new owners of Elephant’s House’s tomatoes. They’ve capsized onto each other, their stalks and canes a mess of spillikins. Poor loves. By contrast the perfect couple nextdoor’s tomatoes are still in tact and also riper.
I’ve been discombobulated too. Technology and my rather too urgent desire to make all safe with LBU. Mercury is retrograde and all is a tangle. I have to let it be. As I do all my other failings and fallings. It is life. And an easy, charmed life compared to others. This I try to remember. Always.
