Chapter Thirteen
Because of the TomatoesIt was all because of the tomatoes. Or, to be precise, because of the tomato plants. Spring has the ability to heal and revive things. I didn’t want to be cured, but somehow, it just happened.
The same usual routine every morning. I walked outside in my brown slippers, with a cup of coffee in my hand to wake myself up. Staring in front of me slowly helps me to wake up somehow. I was just doing that when suddenly I noticed the narrow trail at the corner of our garden. It would be lovely to plant a couple of tomatoes there; not too many, six or eight vines. Just enough for summer dinners to add a fresh, sun-ripe taste. The thought settled, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Two days later, Bella and I were selecting the seedlings at the farmers’
