My dad’s tomatoes are ready.

This part of this month always conjures, for me, one of the most vivacious lists ever made in literature. From Mrs. Dalloway:

“In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.”

Wishing you an afternoon with Virginia Woolf  (and a tomato sandwich). Happy first day of summer.