We enjoyed an unusual smell this afternoon while in the produce section of the supermarket. It was the smell of ripe tomatoes. It is an odor that is rarely smelled here way up north except late summer in a greenhouse and rarely at the grocers. Yes, that fresh and fragrant odor of vine ripened tomatoes.

Who would think people would get so excited over tomatoes? You’d have thought that the group of middle-aged people making comments about that smell while standing around that bin had discovered a rare gem.

“Wow! Can you smell these tomatoes?”

“Yeah, boy they look good.”

“I haven’t smelled any so fresh in a long time.”

“I’m going to buy a few bunches of these.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll just eat one all by itself.”

“I’m going to make a fresh tomato sandwich.”

Everybody was claiming small vines of 4 to 7 tomatoes each. We lamented to the fact that we couldn’t buy too many because they won’t last long enough to finish.

Once home and dinner served, we each had a medium sized tomato to go with the rest of our meal tonight. Mine tasted as good as it smelled.