Thoughts on Cars and Veggies

We’re watching “Cars,” the movie. Right now, they’re having a romantic race on interstate 66, through pines and country music wafting in the air. It’s pretty overwhelming. There’s something about cars falling in love that’s pretty interesting. What does a Sienna Toyota look for in a car? If our van had had a name before its demise, what would it have been? What would it have named its children? Where would they have ended up in life? There has to be some way to find out what would have happened if it had happened. Today I picked cherry tomatoes and leaves of basil and warm, sunny yellow squash from my green, green garden. It was a triumphant moment, holding my veggies in my shirt. The mosquitoes buzzed near my eyeballs and I wondered if anyone had ever been bitten by a mosquito in the eye. Back into the sun-warmed house to dump my spoils onto the white plastic plate on the kitchen counter. Somehow even cherry tomatoes taste good when they’re grown in your backyard. But, back to cars, what heart-wrenching heartache it is to love a sports car.