It’s mid-August, the heights of summer, and the cherry tomatoes are doing their thing. I wonder if there’s an endless interconnectedness between all plants, a real, tangible networking, as with cellphones or the internet, and if there is (seems to me as likely as not), what these cherry toms might be hearing about our great pandemic… Here in the field, it all feels to me quite distant, nothing has changed except in my thoughts. I can only imagine cities. Empty stores and restaurants. Few cars. A scattering of people, masked and hurrying away.
