FYI

It was still stormy and very dark when I took Hannah out last night at 10pm, so I did not check on the tomato plant.
This morning, though still very overcast and gloomy, it is not raining.  After putting Hannah back into the apartment, I wheeled over to the spot where I had planted the tomato.  There it stood--
brave as a sentinel, with that very small green tomato clinging to
it's wispy stem.  It might develop and ripen, turning red, yet.
After it's tenuous beginning, valiant struggle to survive, I might not want to eat it!
 

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  1. PattyJune 1, 2020 at 5:48 PM

    It could be a sort of sacrament. This tiny plant taking root in your life and heart. Giving you
    hope during this rootless time. Brave little plant showing the way!

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  2. Cynthia DanielloJune 4, 2020 at 8:28 AM

    Lovely thought. That little plant has two wee tomatoes on it this morning!

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