|Not from my Bend garden, but a gift!|
Scripture says cast your bread. I know what it means. But all these many years when my garden was plump with a variety of ripe tomatoes, I've been giving them away to friends--casting them on the water, so to speak. Tomato plants went as well.
So when asked the other day about where all the bounty of tomatoes came from, I had to say it was a long story. The shortest version is that a friend had too many and was willing and able to drive three hours to Bend where I live. The fact that she was coming anyway does not discount the gift. It merely reinforces the perfection of the timing.
|The first seven out of the hot-water bath.|
To have nearly 80 pounds of lovely tomatoes delivered to your tomatoless household is bliss beyond words.
Forget the bread. Just give whatever it is you'd like to received. It will come back to you when you are in want of it.