Randomly in August

Time is going by so quickly.
There are beautiful salads to eat.
One would almost think they were in California.
Fresh tomatoes, straight from the garden. Pure bliss.
I even wrote a haiku: 
Inquiries made 
over the simmering
of just-picked tomatoes.
There was a blue moon last Friday. Smoke from the forest fires give it an amber glow.


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