It’s always about the little things in life. For how can we write about the big things if we fail to write about the everyday things – that which is seemingly mundane – that which we would not otherwise notice.
I think about those bright ripe-red cherry tomatoes hanging tantalizingly from the vine, warm from the rays of the late August sun. So little yet so plump and juicy.
I so look forward to that time of the year – that time of the harvest when they are ready to pick. I cannot help but stop to sample them from time to time as I fill my bucket. So easily they fall off the vine – ready to be picked. Immensely flavorful, they burst inside my mouth – so sweet, so succulent. Heaven.
Cherry tomatoes from the store, in their plastic recycled cartons are not nearly as delicious as those fresh from the garden. Good they do taste, but they are never quite as sweet as they are straight from the vine – kissed by the sun. You wouldn’t know that unless you have experienced it. Someone else wouldn’t think of it perhaps unless they read about it.
It’s the little things.