the sparrow dress | garden tomatoes

Today, I will pick cherry tomatoes from the garden. Although, I've never liked the taste. I grow them for my mother and C, they both know something about the taste of a tomato and how beautiful its color when caught in the light of day. I often find myself wishing I could learn how to like the things I don't. If only, the child who didn't like tomatoes always grew into the adult who does, as if everything in life is simply a choice we make. 

"What do you mean you don't like tomatoes?" "But have you ever tried them like this?" "You just haven't had them prepared right." "I've got this great recipe..." I know people who will shout from the rooftops of their houses, calling down on those who don't feel or live as they do. I know many who are sugar-made, like the spoon which stirs the cereal, but they don't know how to love a world where somebody disagrees with them. If only, they could reveal to me how lovely a tomato tastes when it meets your tongue and teeth.

 I'm guilty of it too. When we meet instrument-less friends at open mics, sometimes I want to encourage them to take up playing the guitar. I see their joy as they listen, hum and sway to the songs of others, but I am quick to dream of my own joy and how it grew when I took the leap from being the listening to the listened to. I forget to remember how beautiful it is to just listen to the music. I put myself first by pressing my own feelings onto others, as if I am the needle to the thread of their hearts.

 
Life is strange. People are strange. You may see the creek at your feet as a place for rest, others might call it too cold. You may belong to the banjo in ways you'll never belong to your friends, but others might think you sound out of tune. You can try to eat tomatoes for the tenth time, you can dress them, slice them, squeeze them, or salt them, but you can't make yourself like them. 

When I see my mother and C taking bites out of the garden tomatoes, I feel their endless joy. This is all I need to believe tomatoes are lovely, lovely plants and I will grow them until I want to eat them too. Even if the day never comes. 
There is beauty in knowing I have tried. There is beauty in our differences.

The Outfit
  Boots Free People

The Location
Ravine behind my house
 

7 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness you are such a writer, Amy. This read so beautifully. And those boots know how to work that dress, though it's plain to see you're doing most of the work. ♥

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    1. I look like the little emoticon with hearts in its eyes as I read your comment. Thank you sweetly.

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  2. Anonymous3.9.15

    Amy

    I don't comment often, but I really do like the new lay out. Very fresh!

    Stay lovely

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  3. I hope this doesn't sound too forward, but I'm always so happy to see a new post from you in my feed. I love how your blog is not just pretty pictures (which are lovely by the way), but full of honest words and depictions of our beautiful world. Thank you for that. :)

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  4. totally loving your pics tone! i wish i live in a place like yours <3 anw totally digging that dress
    xx,bella

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  5. Love all of outfits, they are so fashion. Hope i can wear my outfits just like the fashion girl. Thanks for your share

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