Winter Tomatoes
I bought a tomato at the store,
kinda pale, and pink and dry...
I let my mind go back in time,
and long for the ones in July.
No ripe tomatoes in Philly today,
as snow falls from the sky.
I nod and smile instead of fret,
For we all know how time does fly!
Have a happy day:@)
Cute poem, you have snow? Sunny bright and supposed to warm up a bit to the 40's this weekend. Yes, winter tomatoes just don't cut it. xo
ReplyDeleteNo snow, just poetic license:@)
DeleteNice job on the poem. Arizona tomatoes are just awful, no matter what time of year it is. One of the many things I miss about Indiana.
ReplyDeleteCute and so true about winter tomatoes! Waiting for summer ones again too.
ReplyDeleteDon't we all just cringe - buying those winter tomatoes! Cute poem Lynn!
ReplyDeleteHey you are a poet there girl - I liked it. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteYum! :)
ReplyDeletesurely does! :)
ReplyDeleteBoy can I ever relate to this one. I love my tomatoes, and they are singularly unimpressive just now...
ReplyDeleteGood job!
=)
I like your wit and poetry, Lynn. A homegrown tomato sure does sound good right now.
ReplyDeleteAh yes. Nothing like summer tomatoes. I am glad I can get local hydroponic tomatoes in the winter here - but they are still no substitute for my garden ones.
ReplyDeleteLoved it. I had a salad at a bistro yesterday and the potatoes were barely pink. I didn't worry about it either--just moved them to the side and enjoyed the rest of the salad.
ReplyDeleteThe soup below looks delicious. My husband loves soups.
So Sweet! I wish we could be having some of that July weather right now!!!
ReplyDeleteVery clever. umm July tomatoes.
ReplyDeleteLove it and so true! But then again slow roasted oven tomatoes are very tasty, even from the store-bought winter tomatoes!
ReplyDeleteNo flavor in store tomatoes either. Love your prose
ReplyDeleteBlessings
So true!
ReplyDeleteBig Hugs,
Susan and Bentley
That is a cute poem and I love your piggy theme. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute ode to the tomato, Lynn! It's so true how time flies by. It'll be summer before we know it. For me :( and for you :).
ReplyDeleteSo clever Lynn! Winter tomatoes are an oxymoron :)
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