Cool morning. Opening the kitchen door at 6:07, stepping outside, cool moist air like a sea mist breaking over the bow of the ship washes over me, my feet, bare on chilly cement, yet in the sky, bright Venus, love star, in the east, while pale blue waves over the eastern horizon, and this scent of air, sea spray, and now I am ready to launch out into the adventure of this day. Adventure. Yes, everyday is an adventure.
I awoke, or half asleep was dreaming, that one good thing about being in love with tomatoes, is that you can go into the garden, salt shaker in hand, test the plump curve of a ripe tomato, pluck it and nip enough skin to open the flesh for a dash of salt and then you sink your teeth into that warm salty tomato flesh. this is love at first bite, and then another and another. Would that as easily we could love all those we love.
When I dip zucchini blossoms in egg, saute them, and eat them I can see yellow blossoms in my stomach and then yellow flowers infusing through my body. It is easy to be in love with zucchini blossoms pulsing like corpuscles throughout my veins and arteries. Look at me, see how yellow my face is, bright with sunshine.