A Six of Cups Summer Day and a Dead Body
I place rosy tomatoes on my window sill because it’s what my grandmother Mimi always did. Tomatoes, like bananas, ripen better in the dark, but nothing is lovelier than a pop of red in summer haze. And Mimi liked things to look beautiful. The Six of Cups is the nostalgia card. My grandmother’s home is… Continue reading A Six of Cups Summer Day and a Dead Body