When the days are long. And summer is here. I am. A seasonal blogger.
I spend my time. In the dog park. In the yard. Looking at the tomato plants. Which have grown chin high. And are covered with clusters. Three. Four. A dozen. Of tomatoes. All green. Every day. I check. For the first tinge of pink. But every day. There are more. Green tomatoes.
The marido. Is in Oaxaca. On a human rights delegation. And then Chiapas. To the "Intergalactic Meeting Between the Zapatistas and the World.” The Zapatistas. And the world.
I plan. A fall trip. To India. Tea plantations in Darjeeling. Calcutta. Chennai. With a stop in Kathmandu. A city I love. Before my return.
In the meantime. I sit at my desk. And go to the dog park. And watch the tomatoes grow.
I am a seasonal blogger.