Entry #2
September 8, 2022
The tomato, as I am looking at it now, and how I see it transform before my eyes as the tomato begins to shift and turn, its plum and rounded self constantly bobbing and weaving like that of a wheel, completing one cycle to the next. In fact, the “heirloom” looks as read as the sun, constantly radiating its splendor to the world as it keeps everything in orit, especially this lovely conversation we’re having on a friday evening, As everyone scurries on about around me, and the tomato is the one that is left standing.
Your impressive use of vocabulary with words such as “splendor” and “scurries” caught my eye and it really helped the tone of your entry. I also loved your use of a simile when comparing the tomato bobbing and weaving to a wheel, as it allows me to visualize what it looked like.
The tomato, I think, is one of the few fruits that gets better over time. (I guess most bananas do.) I love this time of year for the great-tasting tomatoes. The last half of the first paragraph is a tomato trip! Your almost hallucinatory description there seems to locate the tomato at the center of the universe. Well done.