She grew a small garden at the side of her home.
Nothing fancy. Just a few plants bought at the local grocery store.
She'd ask me to water them. Which I would.
Taking her old hose and walking through the gates.
She'd talk to me through the window or the balcony above.
Always thanking me and asking how big they were.
I remember the garden getting smaller.
One Summer there was none.
No bags of tomatoes to take home.
She past away that year.
And, when I think of her I remember those darn tomatoes.
Now, isn't that just silly ...
~ JC ~
(My Mother has been gone for over ten years and yet writing about tomatoes has brought tears to this old cat lady who lives in the woods)
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