When the sweet swirl of possibility sinks into obligation...
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I bet you know this story. The tomatoes had begun to overtake the counter. Shifting from an “oh look at my beautiful red tomatoes!” to a “NO, leave them on the vine!” shrieked, maniacally to my 7-year eager picker. In the course of a busy life and a week that starts with so much hope and ends with so much left undone, the tomatoes went from shiny red possibilities…canned tomato sauce, stewed tomatoes, oh!, maybe I’ll get out my new solar dehydrator and dehydrate some…to one more thing on the excruciatingly long list that was unlikely to get done.
When the sweet swirl of possibility sinks into obligation...
When the sweet swirl of possibility sinks…
When the sweet swirl of possibility sinks into obligation...
I bet you know this story. The tomatoes had begun to overtake the counter. Shifting from an “oh look at my beautiful red tomatoes!” to a “NO, leave them on the vine!” shrieked, maniacally to my 7-year eager picker. In the course of a busy life and a week that starts with so much hope and ends with so much left undone, the tomatoes went from shiny red possibilities…canned tomato sauce, stewed tomatoes, oh!, maybe I’ll get out my new solar dehydrator and dehydrate some…to one more thing on the excruciatingly long list that was unlikely to get done.