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I get like this at every season change.

The end of summer, my stomach turns at the sight of tomatoes, cucumber or zucchinis … The first day the temperature dipped under 75F, I ripped them off with the gleefulness of a trigger-happy jungle guerrilla. I yearn for kale, turnips, radishes, SWEET lettuces (Why do people sell lettuce year round?!)

It goes both ways of course. Come spring, tuscan kale and broccoli go straight to the yard waste bin, and the tomato seedlings are brought out of the greenhouse like I was holding the shroud of Turin.

Exhale. Winter is finally here.

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