Saturday, September 12, 2009

In a fit of peek (sp), I picked hundreds of tomatoes and now what??? The pear tomatoes are mealy and tasteless but so pretty. The little yellow ones are perfect, sweet and lovely. They are beautiful, a bowl of jewels.

I slept all afternoon in perfect indolence. I thought about painting. I cleaned out my studio. Instead I slept, something I rarely let myself do. Red, I think, and a high glaze. Small canvases. Like tomatoes, red, orange, yellow.


Valerie Loveland said...

I started eating fruits and vegetables later in life, so I am still new to figuring out which ones are ripe.

beth coyote said...

It is a squish factor, a degree of softness. Except melons, those you thump.