Life Is Yam-azing

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This old gal…

Found one other surprise waiting for her…when she returned from the Texas hiatus…not quite a gift…but thought provoking in its own way…

Had the house all ready for the December departure…water off…fridge emptied…garbage out…everything clean and tidy…but forgot one thing…one bag of things…in the cupboard under the sink…that bag of russet potatoes…left behind…to rot and stink…

But it would seem…these young little tubers…were able to handle four months…without mama me…navigating their every move…didn’t stink at all…but instead…like that magical beanstalk of Jack’s…began to blossom…grow…reach for the sky…or…something…

And so it is…mama me…always worried about those tots of hers…always feeling the need to helicopter parent…from her arm chair…a gazillion miles away…

But like this Jack in the beanstalk spud…those gals are finding their way…growing…blossoming…reaching for the sky…and relieved mama me…

Thinks that is just…yam-azing…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…