Tomatoes.

I live in Portland, Oregon. The soil here is rich, the trees are tall and strong, life thrives in this little corner of the great big blue planet we are floating in the universe on. Whether it is sunny, or cloudy, or drizzly, or dark, the antidote to hopelessness, to apathy, to anger is connection to earth. Somedays, that is the only thing that feels real. Working with soil, tending to life, somedays feels like the truth that will anchor me to a coming second, to the coming days, to a future. Last Sunday, I delayed an extensive watering and weeding schedule to just marvel at the diverse tomatoes we have growing at our little community farm.  Take a moment to scroll through these 63 tomatoes. Not one is exactly like the other. Know that everything will be ok. As long as there is sun, as long as there is rain, as long as there are creatures great and small. It will be ok. That's what I felt while looking at these tomatoes last Sunday.