location:home
environment:clean fridge
a day to organize, what is needed for my last appointments, early in the morning then back on the road before my validity expires, being aware of the flick tick
behind below my left eye but exerciseing my non reactionsness.
licking up the pages of a canyon love story complete with explosions; with the sounds of cooking shows, chef at home, channel surf over to a day time drama where all voices are accompanied with a idling violin or electronic synth.
i pulled out the tomatoe plants that were choked with frost, planting small garlic bulbs in the place, a fist down in the soft mud, inbetween leeks and rosmary.
I pulled all the green tomatoes, choped and marinated with basil oil, garlic salt.
to be fryed up at a later time
maybe with leeks for a harvest picnic
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