How, you ask? When you’re outside fretting about the fact that it’s mid-April and you’re wearing a t-shirt and watering your plants because you literally haven’t had any meaningful rain in months, and everything seems gravely out of whack.
But then you see them.
Sweet, juicy tomatoes and plump cucumbers on bushes that should have given up the ghost a month ago.
Don’t get me wrong. What we’re doing to the planet is terrifying. I fluctuate between fury and a feeling of utter impotence at the inaction of the world’s leadership. And my vote in the upcoming election will be based on which party/ies offer the most compelling platform on climate issues.
But… tomatoes! In mid-Autumn!
To be served tonight with bocconcini and basil (also still growing nicely, thank you, disturbing weather – the basil, silly, not the cheese) with some lovely aged balsamic and EVOO.
Small mercies, right?
