"Good morning. A squirrel ate the tomatoes growing in my yard, that I had
been tending closely in the heat, that I had fertilized with a tincture
of seaweed, that I had put on a table so that they could grab a little
more sun, that I had talked to because some people believe that helps them
grow. He was a big fellow with haunted eyes, more dirty-blond than gray,
with a long, unkempt tail, and he took from me my dream for a no-recipe
recipe for tonight: fat slices of homegrown heritage tomato sprinkled
with salt and drizzled with balsamic vinegar, alongside garlic-rubbed
toast made from my sourdough no-knead bread. The plants are in tatters
now. Farmers have the hardest job."


this can be summarized in 3 words: first world problems

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