07 September 2009

Haiku 250

As long as I have
Tomato-vines' scent, I have
My childhood summers

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice one!

pjwv said...

Thanks -- I took advantage of the extra day off to pull up the first tomato vines that had obviously done everything they were going to do, and as soon as I smelled the plants . . . well, there was my haiku.

Shushu said...

This is true for me too. The other scent of childhood summer is bus exhaust because of summer camp . . .

pjwv said...

Wow. So do you like the smell of bus exhaust for its memories? I'll stick to tomato vines, since I was mercifully spared summer camp . . . I can't imagine it was the sort of thing I would have enjoyed, at least at the time.

vicmarcam said...

My childhood summer scents are really strong old-fashioned rose perfume, sweet peas (my grandmother grew them along a long fenceline), and geraniums.
Even though tomato vines aren't a childhood memory for me, they've been a part of my life since I was about 24, so that almost counts.