In honor of summer (which, I've heard, has officially disappeared since last we spoke), I will now be drawing myself a bath of these small summery-warm tomatoes, which are sweet and fine and quite magical. If you are looking for me, I will be in my tomato bath until whenever the tomatoes decide to start growing again. What's that? Oh, yes, I will miss you, too! Maybe we could be pen pals? Nine months is too long to be without you, after all. Okay, okay! I am trying...I am trying really hard to release my devilish grasp on the summertime...right...now. There! See?
Now then. Turnip bath? Pumpkin bath? Parsnip bath? Argh. I'll get there. I will!
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