Before I said goodbye to my mom this morning she remarked, "I really like reading your Scattered Thoughts, Mary."
"Did you see I wrote about your garden?" I asked.
Yes she did and she didn't really like that entry so much.
No worries, Mom. In the end you got the last laugh, because those beautiful tomatoes I picked from your weedy garden were left on the counter at Jeen's house.
I had to buy my own tomato for dinner tonight.
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