Saturday, July 21, 2012

The South in My Mouth

My car is dead, despite my having spent $500 to fix it two weeks ago.

Thousands of sugar ants are swarming my kitchen counter, despite the Terro.

My insteps are screaming like banshees on a moonless night.

But life couldn't be better than a plate of Cherokee Purple tomatoes and purple hull peas, both fresh and locally grown.


Enough said.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks delicious, Robley! I miss fresh crowder peas!

Robley H said...

Can't you get crowders where you live?

Joni said...

They do have them at the farmers' market but I rarely fix fresh peas since I'm the only one in the house who'll eat them.

Robley H said...

What a shame! I would eat fresh peas every single day of the week if I could get my hands on them.