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

next morning, the stove was already hot.

I stood by the counter boiling down a small batch of early Brandywine tomatoes, stirring them slowly with the silver-plated mixing spoon we received for our wedding.

I poured in two tablespoons of the eighteen-dollar bottle of extra virgin olive oil Arthur bought me for our anniversary, watching the green oil continue reading …