She starts the tomatoes before sunrise, same as always, stirring with that ridiculous wooden pole she’s had since the ’80s. Neighbors wave, joke about her “witch’s cauldron,” but no one complains. Until last week.
She starts the tomatoes before sunrise, same as always, stirring with that ridiculous wooden pole she’s had since the ’80s. Neighbors wave, joke about her “witch’s cauldron,” but no one complains. Until last week.