May 14, 2011 @ 7:10 pm | Filed under:

Our seventeenth wedding anniversary was mellow and nice. The piano recital was lovely; the girls did quite well. It was held out in Jamul, where the yellow-brown hills lift themselves up to the sky. I love it out there, all sere and windblown and smelling of sage, where the land seems to ripple like waves. Scott would like a house up on top of one of those hills, with that enormous view that takes the breath out of you. I’d rather one at the foot of the hill, where the mountain rises up above you, and you can look out your kitchen window while you wash dishes and watch the cloudshadows swim over the slopes.

I forgot to take my camera. But the tomatoes are what’s happening here at home.

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    yvonne says:

    Wow, I thought the picture was incredible, then I read the paragraph. Your beautiful imagery and rolling prose rivals the tomatoes. And those tomatoes are pretty darn spectacular. You rock!

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    sarah says:

    You didn’t need a camera, you have created a beautiful picture with your words.

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    Harmony says:

    What a way you have with the language! This is lovely. But I had to comment to say it’s INCREDIBLE that you have ripening tomatoes, when up here at the northern end of the state we can’t even plant ours for another couple of weeks. If we’re lucky we may have some ripe ones in mid-July. Enjoy!

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    Margaret in Minnesota says:

    That Sarah! She snatched the words right out of my mouth.

    I am as Midwestern as they come (which you KNOW) but some of my happiest memories are from my trips out West. A sunset drive along the coast with Wicked Game playing on the radio…

    It was magic.

    On a more down-to-earth note, our kids had their piano yesterday, too! And though we didn’t come home to vine-ripened tomatoes, we *did* attend a Scottish fair and that, too, made me think of you.

    Miss you! Wish we were closer.

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    Penny says:

    I live in a place where I can watch those swimming shadows. I consider myself fortunate indeed. Lovely, lovely paragraph.

    And I must say, we are *weeks* away from planting tomatoes. Please enjoy them enough for both of us!

    🙂 Happy Anniversary!