Tomato, lilacs and glass jar on the sill. I place rosy tomatoes on my window sill because it’s what my grandmother Mimi always did. Tomatoes, like bananas, ripen better in the dark, but nothing is lovelier than a pop of red in summer haze. And Mimi liked things to look beautiful. Illustration and poem by Pamela Colman Smith for The Broadsheet. The Six of Cups is the nostalgia card. My grandmother’s home is evoked each time I spy tomatoes in sunlight, smell smokey bacon cookin