Leave The Past To The Past

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That husband of mine…

Decided it was time to say good-bye to the garden…or more like that grassy tomato patch in the middle of the backyard…

Had a healthy crop…ate his fill…ready now to mow and clean things up a bit…twas a team effort…he clipping…she tossing scraps into the big green bag…

And that’s when the memories started…little me and those brothers of mine…years and years and years ago…put to work cleaning the garden…

Not too happy about it…but didn’t say a word…not a grumble…not a pout…and then it happened…not sure by whom…but it went splat…

And so began the most outrageous rotten tomato fight ever…filled with laughter…and smiles…and icky sticky fun…

It crossed the mind briefly…oh so very briefly…little girl fun…a rotten red thing in the hand…but sometimes in life…if an old gal is smart…those delicious memories of the past…

Are best left…in the past…
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And if that husband of mine were aware…he’d agree…