In the garden, a mourning dove calls. The heat of the day is already boasting of its strength, but there’s a slight wind with a gentle touch as it cools the sweat of my brow. The air is saturated and heavy, but the prize offers a brief reprieve in radiant red. It’s tomato season.
by Maryjane Mojer Bartlett’s Ocean View Farm “There are only two things that money can’t buy, and that’s true love and homegrown tomatoes.” — Guy Clark While the rest of New England is heading for orchards and loading up bags and baskets with apples and maple syrup, year-round and fall […]
~ by Robert P. Barsanti ~ I was driving between the fields at Bartlett’s when I noticed the moon rising up from the pine trees. I pulled the old car over, but left it running. In the dry and cool Autumn air, the moon processed through one thin line to […]