A long, long, long time ago, so long I refer to it as “b.c.” (thats before children) I used to not puzzle over certain things. Like this.
Hmmm.
Ahhhh.
Ummmm.
I have no idea. No clue. No nothing.
Its a tomato.
From the fridge.
Tucked inside of a rhodie leaf.
My mind instantly wonders….why? who? how? did it mention WHY?
I don’t get it. At all. And I’m afraid to ask. I might not like the answer. I’ll just shake my head and continue on to water the lawn. But part of me is still puzzling. Do all parents have moments like this? What about people who are not parents? Do they find weird stuff? If they don’t, do they know the great mysteries they are missing? Or if they don’t, are they really missing anything?
Welcome to my world…..where I find tomatoes in my rhodies.
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