Tomatoes

I was just reading a poem about growing tomatoes in the summer, sharing them with friends, and then eating the preserved fruit in the winter.

I found the poem especially evocative of feelings associated with summer and warmth and the warmth of friendship and shared memories and shared abundance. I always find that when we eat something that we grew and preserved especially rewarding. Perhaps, it is a feeling of caring for each other and providing for each other. I think that I used more words describing some of the feelings that were evoked by the poem as there are in the poem. Good poetry does that though. It captures and expresses a mood in a few, well chosen, words.