Higher and higher

We're wafting about on cool breezes in the sun. Even pulling weeds and whacking back overgrowth - and some undergrowth - well, mainly just - growth - seems enjoyable. Even on little sleep; I woke up after about four hours' worth, was lying there wondering why, and heard noises off at around 2:30 A.M. I crept downstairs to find two of our son's good friends preparing to crash on the couches. They really weren't making much noise, but any sounds at that still time of morning are noticable. They were still here snoozing in the later morning, when life rolls on like a little Swiss train. The three of them had been out solving the world's problems, and it was fun to pour coffee into them and have a lively breakfast scene.
Out on a warm down walk in the afternoon, we ran into a neighbor who's reknowned for his gigantic tomato plants; some years they produce more green fruit than red, but they'e always impressive. They 're now taller than any of us. He said hello, then dashed into his house, returning with a paper towel-wrapped bundle. He presented it to me and told us he wanted us to have his second tomato of the summer; it is gorgeous, huge, and looks like twins unseparated at birth. It is resting on a celadon green plate in the middle of our dining table, gleaming and ripening even more. I reciprocated by digging up some of our lovely red new potatoes and taking them down to him. We'd likely not be able to survive any situation requiring bartering, but we at least make things a bit nicer around here.
A trip to our weekly nearby farmers' market yielded new potatoes which were a light yellow, as well as blue ones; new Fuji apples; somebody's Oma's handmade pretzels; and a small bag of organic hazelnuts. I resisted the very expensive organic Roma beans and huge blueberries, and regretted not getting some fresh goat cheese, but I got distracted by running into people I knew. Lovely evening walk, to wrap it up.