A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

up a small yellow pear tomato from the vine and bit into it, the juice bright and sharp. I watched his face closely, looking for the telltale tightening around his eyes that always came before the acid reflux, but his expression stayed soft.

“The soil is good this year,” he said, wiping his chin with his sleeve. “It has more lime in it than last season.continue reading …