Hey! It’s Gratituesday! Look at this!! Can you believe it?
Tomatoes!!! Yes! Fresh hanging on the vine tomatoes in February! Holy pico de gallo!
I’m so excited to see this. I tucked these babies in every night for over a week while we had freezing temperatures in January. I mean I literally tucked sheets around the plants to keep them warm and alive in the cold hours of the night. These are four-foot tall tomato plants too, so bedding them down took more than a few sheets and some perseverance.
Just a few steps to the south hang these beautiful shining orbs of sugary delight.
I squeezed a few for breakfast this morning. Oh my. Nothing else in the world smells like a freeze squeezed orange and nothing can imitate that liquid gold taste. I didn’t even need to add ice since it’d been a brisk night.
And then there’s walking at the Riparian. A hoodie is all that’s needed to keep warm enough while walking at sunrise lately. A nice change from the twenties of a month ago and a vast distance from what I experience during the summer.
These puffy pearls captured a bit of sunlight as it passed by, the dew still clinging and cool. A mist hangs over the ponds until the sun peaks over the horizon chasing it away. Geese clamor and honk as they travel overhead. Such drama queens.
Winter mornings like this one, with homegrown tomatoes, oranges just plucked from the tree and scenic walking conditions count as just a few of many things that make living through a Phoenix blast furnace summer worthwhile.
It’s odd how that all works out. A sort of a balancing of the scale in terms of weather.
Do you suppose the scale balances in other ways as well? I like to think while going through tough times that seem relentless and unbearable, that life eventually balances out the scales. That joy, with a greater heft and depth than sorrow holds, brings things even. I could be wrong. But today, that feels true. I hope it is.
I’m feeling extra blessed by our mild winter gifts. What more could a person ask for?