"Ahhh!", she said, inspecting her prize.
" Ohhh!", I said. "That was a tomato, now it won't grow. "
Eyes wide, I saw the programing going on, the cataloging, the adding of this to her knowledge base. She sat cradling the little darling. "Mato!" She confirmed, nodding, grinning.
Then without warning, with a flick of her dimpled wrist, she flung it off the balcony.
It was a perfect metaphor. We grow. We stop. We live; we die.
But this is what I learned from my grandbaby today. To be truly seen, to be the object of unadulterated appreciation, pure and without agenda, is a pretty great thing. Even if it lasts for only a few seconds before we hit the pavement.
Awww! Good thing tomatoes like to be "pruned".
ReplyDeleteI just planted tomatoes in one of those "Topsy Turvey" things. I don't think they look too promising. Will see...
Good luck with those Birdie, my dad tried to grow them in those last year and they looked good to a certain point, then up and stopped growing. Good Luck with yours. By the way, I hope your dad is doing ok.
DeleteHA! this was a hoot
ReplyDeletesorry...about the tomato....but your little tomato was just a dear bundle of wonder......
gosh...enjoy
Hi Suz! I've missed you. Feels like our paths haven't crossed much lately. Btw, I really love the moon photos and your take on them.
Deleteyou have!
Deleteoh boy......that warms my heart
I love how Life shows us what we need to see in some pretty wonderful ways, and almost always in metaphor. Life is one big metaphor. :) What struck me: it is a perfect example of letting go.
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