A Little Tomato



A precious gift from the garden – the very first cherry tomato of the season. With shades of orange, it looks like a tiny setting sun. It is firm and makes a lovely plomp sound as I crush it with my teeth. It tastes of breezy and warm hair-tousled days.

Stormy clouds parade across the sky. A thunder rumbles in the Julian Alps. Crickets fall silent and scuttle in their holes. The forest stands still and holds its breath in the anticipation of the refreshing gift. I throw open the windows to let in the fresh air, heavily perfumed with forest humus, leaves and bark, still warm from the morning sun.

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4 Responses to A Little Tomato

  1. Sabina says:

    Po teh vročih dneh, ki so bili, je meni tak dan kot nalašč za globoko dihanje:)
    Če pa ga obarvajo še drobceni rdeči plodovi… Naj tekne!!!!

  2. mata says:

    I hope that the rainy gift for tomatoes was only refreshing and not too heavy or even devastating.

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