#basket cherry tomatoes

[robinsonkeira]

Warm Asparagus Salad with Tomatoes

Cherry tomatoes and asparagus are combined in a simple salad that tastes best when served warm. It is served with a straightforward vinaigrette.

[harrissamir]

Warm Asparagus Salad with Tomatoes

Cherry tomatoes and asparagus are combined in a simple salad that tastes best when served warm. It is served with a straightforward vinaigrette.

[bhglivebetter]

Grilled Mediterranean Salmon in Foil The grill is a quick and simple way to prepare these salmon foil parcels. A delicious summer evening meal includes salmon fillets, cherry tomatoes, herbs, and olive tapenade that have been barbecued. 2 tablespoons black olive tapenade, freshly ground black pepper to taste, 1 basket cherry tomatoes quartered, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 4 salmon filets with skin, 4 small fresh thyme sprigs, 8 basil leaves, 4 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 4 pieces aluminum foil, 1 small shallot finely chopped

[jinraoh]

Warm Asparagus Salad with Tomatoes

Cherry tomatoes and asparagus are combined in a simple salad that tastes best when served warm. It is served with a straightforward vinaigrette.

[cdiaz1986]

Grilled Mediterranean Salmon in Foil Recipe These salmon foil parcels are quick and easy to make on the grill. Salmon fillets, cherry tomatoes, herbs, and olive tapenade are barbequed for a perfect summer evening meal.

[rafaelwoods]

Warm Asparagus Salad with Tomatoes

Cherry tomatoes and asparagus are combined in a simple salad that tastes best when served warm. It is served with a straightforward vinaigrette.

[louise-marie-elsa]

Warm Asparagus Salad with Tomatoes

Cherry tomatoes and asparagus are combined in a simple salad that tastes best when served warm. It is served with a straightforward vinaigrette.

[bergzerk]

Grilled Mediterranean Salmon in Foil - Seafood Main Dishes These salmon foil parcels are quick and easy to make on the grill. Salmon fillets, cherry tomatoes, herbs, and olive tapenade are barbequed for a perfect summer evening meal.

[got-to-go-my-own-way]

[onarangel]

Red and yellow cherry tomatoes spill out of a wicker basket...

[chimchiri]

Poll Adventure: Rarijack Dinner

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A tall, willowy woman sits crouched on her knees, tending to a fruiting garden with her back to AJ. Her long pink hair is tied up in a thoughtless knot, though the green ribbon holding it together makes it elegant. A basket sits beside her, half-full with newly harvested veggies, flowers, mushrooms, and greens. As she works, the tune she hums floats across the yard, accompanied by birdsong that chirps along, and the occasional chatter from a chipmunk joining in.

As usual, Fluttershy is surrounded by a sundry of critters. Today there are butterflies flitting around her shoulders, beetles dancing at her knees, a wild doe that rests beside her with its long legs tucked under its body, a tortoise that munches on the kale from her basket, and a roundup of squirrels chattering away as they help her find ripe cherry tomatoes. And of course, Angel—the mischievous bunny that can get away with nearly anything, because he’s Fluttershy’s darling boy. For now, he sits directly behind her, scratching idly at his neck with his hind leg. Bodyguard duty.

A tiny, bright blue flash approaches Flutters and hovers in the air beside her, a delicate flower in tow. Flutters looks over to the proffered gift, removes a glove and holds out her hand out to let the hummingbird drop the flower into her palm. She places it in her hair before letting the bird land on her finger.

“Thank you, Hummingway,” she chimes, bringing the microscopic bird up to nuzzle at her cheek with a soft laugh.

For a moment, AJ can only watch in awe. Fluttershy’s uncanny ability to commune with nature never gets old. A grin breaks out on her face. She’s glad she decided to stop here first; she can feel her stress melting away.

“Fluttershy,” AJ calls from the pathway leading to Fluttershy’s front door, and the woman in the garden yelps, shoulders tensing in a defensive pose. Applejack cringes as Flutters turns to face her, eyes wide.

“Oh—goodness,” she says, a hand to her chest, “Applejack, you startled me.”

“Sorry—sorry,” AJ says with a sheepish smile, stepping over to grab the basket and offering Flutters a hand.

Fluttershy stands, brushing the grass and dirt from her pants and tucking her gloves into a pocket before bending down to scoop Angel up into her arms, bidding farewell to the other critters retreating from their garden duties—the ones that didn’t flee when Applejack broke their peaceful moment.

“Well, it’s good to see you, AJ,” Flutters says in that soft voice of hers, reaching a hand out for the basket in AJ’s hand. But the farmer gives a little shake of her head, insisting she carry it as they step out of the garden patch and over to the cobblestone pathway.

“Um, you really don’t have to carry it for me…but thank you,” she says, stroking at one of Angel’s fuzzy ears, to busy her anxious hands, “Come in, I was going to make tea.”

So AJ follows Fluttershy into her charming little bungalow, locked in a staring contest with Angel, who looks at her over Fluttershy’s shoulder like he would maim AJ if he had sharper teeth. Setting the harvest basket on a bench by the door, AJ watches the timid woman put a kettle on to boil and then putter about the open floor plan of the downstairs as she fusses with putting her veggies in the sink and tidying whatever she deems out of place. As they wait for the water to boil, they make idle small talk—the weather’s been nice, Twilight (yes, Twilight) is planning a surprise party for Pinkie Pie, how are the horses?

Once Fluttershy pours tea into cups on a tray and leads them to the den, she takes a timid sip before looking to AJ. “It’s always nice to see you, Applejack. Did you need me to help with something? Is Winona doing okay?” A look of panic flashes across her face and her eyes go wide. “She didn’t get into the horse feed again, did she? Oh dear…I told her only to eat her own food….”

Her brows pull up in concern as she meets AJ’s gaze, who shakes her head with a chuckle. “No, Winona’s alright—she loves the new food”—(“Oh, thank goodness…”)—“I’m actually…I’m here because I had a favor to ask.”

Applejack rubs the back of her neck. Shit, she’s nervous. Thinking about consulting her friends is one thing, but actually doing it is something else entirely.

“Oh?”

AJ grabs her tiny teacup from the tray and blows on the tea, unable to look at Fluttershy. “Uh, yeah—I, uh. I’m goin’ on a date. And I need some advice.”

“A date!” exclaims Flutters, louder than her usual delicate tone as she flashes a grin, her soft blue eyes glittering. “That’s wonderful.”

AJ can feel her ears turning ten shades of pink. “Heh, thanks. I’m stuck on a few things but I think you can help me out.”

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[simdertalia]

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[izakiisdead]

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!”

ii there's no romantic stuff in this oneshots, just happy moments with team 7 (excluding Kakashi)

ii likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Requested by : No one :3

Genre : Fluff (SFW)

Team 7 x Bunny Male!Reader

It was a sunny day in Konoha. You were peacefully minding your own business drawing in your room since there's no missions which means its a day off for you and the team.

As you were drawing you heard a knock at your door, you put on a hat to hide your bunny ears and rushed downstairs. The atmosphere went from a house to a mochi and sweets shop because your house is connected to the shop that your family owns. You were a little confused why is there a customer today, the shop is always closed on Sundays.

You opened the door thinking it was a customer but it was actually the rest of team 7. You forgot that you were supposed to have a picnic with them. Your ears perked up which cause your hat to lift up a little. Naruto and Sakura gave you a huge hug while Sasuke just stand with his arms crossed looking at you. You looked at him with a confused face and he chuckled under his breath.

''(M/n) chan ! Are you ready to go on a picnic we planned last week ?'' Sakura asked with a huge smile on her face. You nodded in return, ''Yep !'' You responded with a smile as you patted both Sakura and Naruto's head.

''Please wait for a moment!'' You rushed back in, leaving the trio confused but that confusion turned into joy and excitement when they saw what you came back with.

''Here !'' You made a drawing and a candy for each of them but you didn't make a candy for Sasuke because he's not really a fan of sweets so you made him his favourite snack, onigiri with a side of fish and tomato.

You saw his face lit up a little and it soon went back to his usual expressionless face.

Naruto and Sakura was crying tears of happiness. ''(M/n) chan.... WE LOVE YOU !!!'' they said in unison as they pulled you in a tight hug.

''Its nothing... lets get going now !'' You gripped your picnic basket tightly before heading to the picnic's destination.

~Timeskip~

The four of you walked together, you in between Sakura and Naruto, Sasuke is beside Naruto.

As you three were walking Naruto decided to ask you something.

''Hey, (m/n) chan, why do you always wear a hat ?'' He asked while walking. ''Does it look bad ?'' You asked him with a pout. ''N-no it doesn't! I'm just curious why.'' He responded as quickly as he can when he saw you pout.

''Well... I dont have any reason to do so..'' You lied. ''If you dont have any reason then... can you take it off ? I'm curious'' Sakura said as Naruto nodded. ''I'm curious aswell.'' Sasuke stated which surprised You, Sakura and Naruto.

''W..well I promise its nothing, I just think hats are nice !'' You said, nervously. ''Guys, lets just leave (m/n) and his hat alone. Plus we're already here.'' Sakura said with a sigh as she was pointing to our final destination.

The four of you sprint to the spot and properly set ul the picnic.

You guys are sitting under a Cherry Blossom Tree because its pretty.

The four of you enjoyed the picnic, Sakura and you were happily conversing over food while Naruto and Sasuke were just bickering about who can eat the fastest.

Naruto stopped bickering with Sasuke for a moment which left Sasuke a little confused. He thought of something mischievous to take off (M/n)'s hat.

He sneakly climbed up the tree and prayed to Kami he doesnt die doing it. After he properly positioned himself, he’s said under his breath that he’s going to launch at (M/n) Sasuke looked at him confused.

When he finally launched himself, you noticed Naruto's shadow and since you didnt have much time to react his body fell on you, your hat fell off causing your bunny ears to spring out.

Sakura and Sasuke was shocked about what Naruto did. Sakura, as fast as possible made sure you’re alright and gave Naruto a whack on the head for potentially hurting you.

You watched the two, completely ignoring Sasuke who was right beside you.

“Bunny ears huh?” He said in his monotone voice as he tried touching it. You squirmed and your face went red when he tried touching your ears. That’s when you realized that your bunny ears are completely exposed. Sakura and Naruto heard your squirm then looked at you and Sasuke.

Their faces lit up when they saw you.

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!” Sakura and Naruto said in unison. They ran to you gave you a big hug which flustered you. “You’re so adorable (M/n) !!” Naruto said energetically. “Un ! Un! Why did you hide them (M/n)? You’re literally so cute !” Sakura agreed with Naruto for once (joking joking ww)

“W-well I thought that it’ll creep you guys out-“ You expressed. “WHAT ?!?!” They shouted which made you curl up your ears. “Why would we be creeped out ? We literally have Naruto here, you’re the last thing that’ll creep us out.” Sasuke stated as an irk mark appeared on Naruto. “YOU !!!” Naruto shouted. “What is it loser.” Sasuke replied which cause Naruto to get even more mad.

“Those two will never stop bickering will they ?” Sakura sighed as she puts her arms on your shoulder. “Mhm, at least our group is quite lively” You chuckled.

“(M/n)” Sakura sternly said your name which caused you to look at her. “if anyone bullies you for your bunny ears remember that me, Sasuke and Naruto will always be by your side to defend you!” Sakura stated as she puts her hands on your shoulders , you nodded at her statement. “Thank you Sakura” You responded as you gave her your signature closed eye smile.

-FIN.

AUTHOR’S NOTE :

I’m so sorry for the lack of posts, Ive been really stuck in a writer’s block and now I finally have the motivation to write :’P

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[sw33tsuccubus]

Sun Kissed

apollo x reader

summary: Y/n is a gardener. They find out Apollo has been giving them extra help with their plants.

genre: fluff

word count: 775

You worked hard, wanting your plants to thrive. You grew multiple things; strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, green onions, potatoes, carrots, peppers, apples, pumpkins. Even if you didn’t like some of the foods you grew, you could sell them to the local village market for money.

Today, you were rounding around to see what was growing. You brought a basket just in case.

As you inspected the tomato trellis, the sun shone on you. To you, the sun had a pattern. It would shine on you while checking the tomatoes and while you checked the strawberries. Then it would make the peppers and pumpkins shine. It hid for the rest of the plants, though made pretty shadows of your cottage.

You picked a few cherry tomatoes before heading towards the strawberries. The strawberries were usually fast bloomers, and they were this time. You plucked multiple strawberries, shifting the plant leaves only to find even more. You got on your knees and got to work, picking strawberry after strawberry.

Since you had many strawberry plants, the basket was half full by the time you finished plucking. You wiped sweat from your forehead. The sun was really shining on you. You hoped you didn’t get a sunburn, grabbing your basket and heading to where you planted the apple trees.

Not all the apples were formed, although you still managed to pick a few. After making your rounds, you walked into your cottage with a full basket. The pumpkins, carrots, and potatoes hadn’t grown yet but that was okay. They could take as long as they needed.

~~~

You entered the village later that day, having sorted each crop into its own basket. You entered your usual market, greeting the lady behind the counter. You placed the baskets on the counter and she whistled.

“Another good season?”

“Seems like it will be!”

“Do you have a secret, or do the gods like you?”

You counted through the apples with her, and you hummed in curiosity.

“I don’t know. Demeter wouldn’t like me, I don’t think. I sell the crops instead of giving them for free.”

You joke, and the shopkeeper laughs quietly.

“What about Apollo? Sun god?”

You thought about it. The sun patterns you had noticed from your three years of gardening. The birds that would sing to your plants while you were sick. Maybe Apollo did notice you.

“I’ve noticed some sun patterns. So what?”

She snickered, putting the apple basket to the side and grabbing the tomato one.

“I’ve got a thought for you. Heard some girls talking the other day while they exchanged fruits behind my shop.”

You cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.

“If the sun shines on your face, it’s Apollo giving you kisses.”

You smiled faintly, counting up the tomatoes.

“That would be silly. The sun shines on my face plenty, but it does the rest of my body.”

“Does it start with your face, as a greeting?”

You thought for a moment. The answer was yes.

“No. I’m not special.”

She shrugged, pushing the tomato basket to the side and grabbing the strawberry one.

“Oh well. It’s a cool thought. That means sun burns must be hickeys though, hm?”

You could feel yourself blush as you nod. You had just recovered from sunburned cheeks and shoulders. How interesting.

“Guess so. Apollo must be needy, hm?”

She laughed.

“Guess so.”

The two of you continued talking through the counting and paying, though you didn’t pay much attention to it. Soon, you were leaving the village with your baskets and a pouch full of money. 

You traveled through the woods to your cottage, putting all of the baskets away in their respected spots. You tucked your money pouch in its spot under the sink. 

Taking your leftover strawberries, you sat outside in the grass. You ran your barefoot feet through the ground, humming contently. 

You ate the strawberries, observing the animals that roamed the woods. After a few minutes, the sun shone on your face. You smiled, continuing to nibble at a strawberry.

When all of the strawberries were gone you nervously looked to the sky. It was clear blue, only a few clouds littered the domain. The sun was up there, but you knew not to look directly at it.

“Apollo?”

You whispered to the sky. You were answered by a bird chirping and flying past you.

~~~

You weren’t quite sure what to think after that day. The sun shone in your face on a regular basis nowadays, and your plants seemed to grow abundantly. 

Some days you would get sunburned on the shoulder, even if you were wearing a tee shirt. It was all confusing you. If it was Apollo, why wouldn’t he come greet you? It was as if he answered your thoughts one day.

“Y/n?”

You dropped a red pepper into your basket, looking up. You opened your mouth to speak, but froze. He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

Tanned skin, golden blonde hair reaching his shoulders, sky blue eyes. His body was toned, and on display. He wore an outfit you would see on a guy in the eighties; cropped shirt, red, with a yellow dragon on it. Jean shorts that showed off his thighs, and sandals.

“Apollo?”

He smiled at you, and you felt the breath get knocked out of you.

“Hello. Sorry for intruding. I wanted to greet you.”

You stood, making sure not to knock over the basket filled with peppers. You walked to the god and placed a hand on his cheek to make sure he was real. He was.

“Well, hi.”

He smiled humorously.

“I love the gardening you do. If you couldn’t notice, I help a lot.”

You nodded.

“It’s apparent. Thank you, Apollo.”

He nods, looking around at the garden.

“It’s cute. Do you have lemonade?”

You led him inside and poured him a glass of lemonade with ice cubes. He thanked you and sipped from it, watching you intently as you made yourself a glass.

“You’re pretty cute, Y/n. It’s why I chose you.”

You sipped from your lemonade before you glanced to him.

“What do you mean, chose me?”

“Well, I would love to be your lover.”

You froze, almost choking on your drink.

“I understand we should get to know each other, but you’re a great candidate. I think my sister would approve of you.”

You thought about Apollo’s sister, Artemis. Goddess of the hunt and the moon.

“Doesn’t she have something against love?”

He laughs softly.

“Yes. Mainly against men trying to help women all the time.”

You nod.

“She wouldn’t approve of what you did for me then.”

“Well, it did help, didn’t it? Technically I help all gardeners. You just got a little extra.”

You sipped your lemonade, and he grinned at you.

“You’re pretty. I like your eyes, they compliment you.”

You smiled, putting down your glass.

“Your cheeks are cute when you smile.”

“Don’t try to flatter me, I’m not sleeping with you.”

“That’s not what I was going for!”

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in a pouty way. You couldn’t help but chuckle; you made a god pout.

“You might want to go back to helping gardeners then, huh? Staying behind the sun to help it shine brighter.”

“Oh, no, Y/n. I can be in multiple places at once.”

You tilt your head.

“All the gods can. So, are you up to making dinner together?”

[cerise-on-top]

Eating Jausn with König

A Brettljausn is just about the best thing out there. I wrote this back in November when my classmates decided to talk about Easter and Osterjausn, so the formatting is different. However, I thought it would work well with the Easter post, so I decided to post it now.

“Honey, what is that?” You looked at the wrinkly, dark colored thing in front of you. It might have been a sausage, on closer inspection. The plate was well filled with all kinds of meat and cheese. On the side were horseradish, eggs and pepper of all colors. On a small plate in front of you were small, sliced cherry tomatoes, the basket next to it held bread.

“It’s a Brettljause, it’s what we eat on special occasions, such as easter. But you don’t always need one to eat it. Just enjoy the meat, dear. It’s all from regional farmers as well.” König seemed rather content while looking at the food. You knew that Austrians loved their meats and sausages, he had told you about that before and you made fun of him for it, but you didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to prepare something like that. It seemed like that must have taken a lot of work. Must have been fairly costly as well. There was bacon there, it looked fairly good.

You took a piece of bread and picked up some meat with a fork. “And what’s this?”

“That’s Geselchtes. I call it Gsöchts, though. It’s meat that you put in salt water before smoking for a few hours. Before eating, you normally cook it. Don’t worry, this one doesn’t have too much fat on it, you can just cut those pieces off.” He put some gray-ish meat on a slice of bread, adding some egg slices and topping it off with some of the grated horseradish. Its scent wafted through the air, stinging your nose a bit. You watch him take a bite out of the bread, he locks his eyes with yours once he notices. “Is something the matter?”

“No, no, everything’s alright.” You looked at the pink meat on your fork, a bit hesitant to give it a try. König seemed to like this sort of food, he likely wouldn’t have prepared it otherwise. Besides, it was classic Austrian cuisine, apparently, it was only polite of you to try it, at the very least. Taking a bite out of the meat, you ran your tongue across it to give it a taste. You could definitely taste the salt, but it wasn’t too bad. It simply added to the flavor. The meat wasn’t very chewy, but you wouldn’t exactly call it the most tender meat either. It was actually surprisingly good. Instead of putting it on your bread, you simply ate the piece whole before picking up the same thing König had. “And what’s this?”

“Schweinsbratn.” He didn’t even hesitate to gobble up his bread, already on his second one. This time he put some bacon on it with cheese. Eggs and horseradish weren’t missing this time either. One of the tomato slices was lifted off the plate and put on his instead.

You followed his example and put two slices of the meat on your bread, topping it off the same way as him. That meat wasn’t too bad actually either, it was obvious that it was made of pork. With the horseradish being very fresh it was only natural for it to be spicy still. It didn’t disappoint, the taste somewhat reminding you of wasabi, even if your eyes started watering a bit. Your bread was gone soon enough and you opted for another one. There was no telling if König’s next one was his third or fourth one already.

“So, Schatzi.” He prepared another one. “Is it good? Do you like it?”

“Oh, it actually is. It’s pretty good.” Taking some of the red pepper, you put it on your bread with Geselchtem, gulping down a few of the tomatoes. You were sort of surprised this stuff didn’t come with a salad as well.

By the time you were on your third bread, the plate was already pretty empty, with König having eaten quite a lot. He’s always had a rather big appetite, and for that you were grateful, there was no way you could have eaten all of that on your own. You hadn’t tried the dark, cut up sausage yet. Of course, you had no idea what that was either. “What’s this? Sausage?”

König quickly chewed the food in his mouth before swallowing it down. “Yes, that’s Hoatwiastl. Hartwürstel, I suppose. As the name suggests, it’s a hard sausage. It’s very good, though, you have to try it.”

It was rather hard indeed, you were glad it was cut up into smaller slices. Biting into it whole would be another other ordeal. It was too small to put on bread, so you ate it along with it. Once done, you were completely full, incapable of eating another bite. There were still pieces of meat and cheese left on the plate, it was unbelievable. König didn’t seem affected at all, he simply got up and started putting everything away before returning with a bottle. If you had to take an educated guess then there’s a chance “Wein” might have been the German word for “wine”. “Would you like a  Spritzer? It’s essentially wine mixed with soda.”

“Is that really necessary? Do we really need to drink too?”

He chuckled a bit. “It’s a big part of our culture. Alternatively, I can offer you some Gösser or Puntigamer.” With an amused expression, he watched you weigh your options. You didn’t know what either of those things were, probably some sort of beer, thus making you better off with the wine, probably. König even got the two of you some wine glasses. They were fancy looking, but you weren’t sure if you could actually take a sip of that.

He really just put mineral water into some wine, drinking it slowly. With a watchful eye, he almost expected you to take after him, which you did eventually. It tasted exactly the way you’d imagine, sparkly wine with a bit less flavor. Not the worst you’ve ever had. The things you did to make your man happy.

You continued to eat for another few minutes, this time in silence, for the most part. The plate was certainly full at the beginning, you couldn’t believe your eyes when most of it was gone. Still, despite the culture being rather meat heavy, you had to admit, it was pretty good. However, it was very filling. You couldn’t eat another slice of bread, opting for the meat and sausage instead, eating some slices of cheese along with them. Maybe some mayonnaise would have been good with it as well, but you didn’t want to make the suggestion in case König didn’t like it.

After wiping his mouth with a paper towel, he sat back, letting out a content sigh while holding his tummy. Even he seemed to be rather full after the copious amounts of meat he had eaten. Not like you weren’t, however. He took another sip of his Spritzer before putting the plates away, with you helping him out a bit, naturally.

“Thank you for trying some of my food, I do appreciate it. Did you like it?” Cleaning the plates with a sponge, his focus was on getting the last few crumbs off it so he could put it in the dishwasher. You popped one last cherry tomato in your mouth before handing him another plate, giving him a hum of approval.

“Yeah, it was pretty good, but could we maybe eat something less meaty next time? This was quite a lot.”

“Don’t worry, Schatzi, next time we can eat Kasnudeln. They’re also very delicious!”

[statelysapphic]

Chessy and the Farmer

Chessy x Reader

Summary: Chessy has a farmer's market crush.

Warnings: None, just some fluff.

Notes: Lightly proofread. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy<3

It was a crisp September morning in the Napa Valley. Sun shining, fog looming, and a layer of dew painting the greenery. Chessy’s favorite farmers market weather. She smiles and pulls her coffee mug closer to her mouth, lips remaining curled. She began making a mental checklist of things she needed, but soon found her thoughts elsewhere. Hallie and Annie had agreed to accompany her, a rare occurrence and one Chessy looked forward to. She only needed one more thing for the day to be perfect: you. Her favorite local farmer.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself a farmer. You just grew various fruits, vegetables, and herbs in six raised beds out back. Sure, you grew way more than you needed, but the process was something you cherished, so you didn’t mind making more work for yourself. Tending to your garden was a therapeutic exercise for you. There wasn’t a problem in the world an hour in the garden couldn’t fix. Cool soil grounded you after a long day. Caring for your plants made you feel alive.

Some of what you grew was harvested and either eaten or preserved for yourself. Everything else was sold or preserved. The local farmers market was the only place you set up shop. After all, this was a hobby and not your career, and you didn’t want to overdo it. What you didn’t sell at the end of the day, you donated to the local soup kitchen. You didn’t want anything going to waste. 

—-

Packing up your old, beat-up pickup, the last box you grab curls your lips into a grin at the label, ‘Chessy.’ You’ve seen the redhead almost every Sunday morning for the last year and a half, though it only took a few months of her consistent patronage for you to be smitten.  Although her purchases each week varied, you noticed a couple of patterns. The second Sunday of every month, Chessy would buy a jar of your canned pickles. Today was the second Sunday of the month. Peaking into the box, you see the jar of pickles amongst small baskets of cherry tomatoes, brussel sprouts, green beans, and bell peppers, and bushels of chives, mint, sage, and dill. All for her. 

You hoist the box into the passenger seat of the truck, rather than letting it jostle around in the bed with the rest of the crops. You hesitate as you grip the truck door, looking back at the precious cargo. Without a second thought, you grabbed the seatbelt and buckled the box into the seat. “Safety first,” you whisper to yourself, shutting the door before hitting the road.

—-

“Ooh Lala, your woman is here, Chessy,” Hallie teased. The older woman chuckled slightly and pulled a ten dollar bill from the breast pocket of her denim jacket, handing it to the twins.

“Very funny. Here, go get yourselves some lemonade over there and I’ll catch up with you.” She nodded to the girls and watched them walk to the lemonade stand before making her way to your table. “Well, good morning,” she said as she approached, a smile on her face. Your favorite smile.

“There’s my favorite customer,” you said, a grin on your face, “I hope you don’t mind, but I put a little something together for you.” You turned away from her to retrieve her box from the truck, missing the way Chessy smirked and bowed her head in an attempt to hide the blush that painted her face. When she lifted her head again, she was met with a box in front of her. A box, she noted, meant just for her. Now, there was no hiding her blush, though she wore it with pride. 

Chessy admired the harvest chosen specially for her. “This all looks delicious, hun,” she pauses for a moment as she locks her eyes on the jar of pickles, “And you remembered my midnight snack.” Her eyes find yours, and heat rises to your face.

“Every second Sunday of the month,” you say casually. “They’re my go-to midnight snack as well. Good taste.” The older woman’s smile widens at your confession, as you push the imagine of you sitting on your kitchen counter with Chessy standing between your legs, hands loosely on your hips, as you feed her pickles as far out of your brain as you could. 

“Do you remember the snacking habits of all your customers?” The redhead asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“Only the one that matters.” One. You play it off as if you didn’t just confess that she matters to you in some capacity. 

Chessy’s breath hitched in her throat at your words. She couldn’t take her eyes off of you, and she didn’t really want to. Her features softened as she released her breath. Her farmers market crush: reciprocated. Everything is quiet for a moment, as if it was just the two of you in this gravel lot. The familiar chuckle of certain twins pulled Chessy back to reality. “What’s the damage for a spread like this?” She asked you, reaching into her pants pocket.

Quickly, you raise your hand to stop her. “Nothin’. It’s on me this time.” You can tell she’s about to protest, so you don’t give her the chance. “Consider it a gift. For my favorite customer.” You notice that the twins are standing behind Chessy, though your eyes never leave her. 

“Then come over for dinner a night this week. Let me cook for you,” she says, “and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Her words sculpt a wide grin on your face and paint it red. Was this really happening? You finally break her gaze only to lock eyes with the twins, who are both nodding their heads fervently with large, toothy smiles. 

When your eyes are once again locked onto hers, you nod your head and reply, “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Thank you. I’m free Tuesday if that works for you?”

“Six o’clock. Don’t be late,” she said with a wink and a smirk that you’ll never forget, before grabbing her box and turning to leave. She’ll take the afternoon to convince Nick to make everyone scarce on Tuesday evening. Chessy walks past the twins, who are still giggling and whispering to each other, not bothering to acknowledge the sarcastic smile the older woman gives them. “Girls, let’s go!” She yells once she’s a few yards ahead of them.

You throw your head back in a small chuckle before hearing the twins sing, in unison, “Chessy and the farmer sitting in a tree…”