Tomatotarian of the Year

by Tonawanda

Viewable from the kitchen window, the tray of baby tomato plants lay next to the garage, as it had for three days.

Deck work, yard work, erecting a canopy, took precedence.

What is like arduously putting a half dozen screws and bolts in wrong and having to re-do them? Sisyphus be damned.

Note to next year’s self: here’s how you put them in right.  Hope the note does not get lost.

With the sun declining, it was pointed out that the tomatoes looked forlorn and hungry.  Oh, please.

But they were put to bed, are resting comfortably, acclimating for the summer run.

The morning exuberance of one less chore outshone the late afternoon annoyance of one more chore.

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