Facing Down the Apocalypse II: Seedling Tomatoes
On a sun-splashed afternoon at the end of March at the end of the world, two-inch green sprites rise from a grid of cells in a seedling tray. Even in their infancy a stroke of my hand releases the acrid aroma of summer. Erect stems hold outstretched leaves no larger than sunflower petals. This is their habit of growth.
