Dear Husband, Do tomatoes green and flush on the vine in autumn regret they never ripened? Will I regret not picking them making jam filling shelves in the pantry? What is regret other than a wish to have been better? I didn’t think I’d keep getting to know you after you died. The guide in Nepal told me repeatedly itinerary subject to reality. Kept me moving even the morning the snow flecked into our tea cups. The refugee on the radio said the rich and the poor are the same only the rich are more comfortable.