You may be wondering why I would write about true love with a picture of bushel baskets of tomatoes in the back of my disheveled equinox. Or maybe you just think I love tomatoes…but the love comes from my brother. He hates, I mean hates, tomatoes! If the little seed balls happen to get on his skin he gags. The thing that makes that so funny is that he is near 6ft tall, hunts, fishes, plays in mud, and is a 4-wheeling, gun toting 50ish man nicknamed Bubba. He called the other day and said his friend had too many tomatoes and did I want any. Of course, I said yes! (I never turn down free produce for canning) He told me he would go and pick them the next day. Wait, what!? This is where the love comes from, he was going to go and pick me as many tomatoes as I wanted! That meant he would be touching them and possibly getting seed snot balls (as he calls them) on his hands and probably gagging the whole time. I couldn’t let him do that alone so I made plans to go with him and spend a little quality time with the best brother a girl could ask for. I might have wanted to be there in case one of the tomatoes happened to bust open and send him into a gagging fit. Thanks Brother for the tomato hook up, being my friend and for the laughs! Love you much!