“It’s a tomato, that’s what”

A few years ago while at a show, the silly sister’s had the great joy of roaming in Bootleg Canyon somewhere south of most places, for an afternoon. While there they no doubt caused some sort of mischief, the reports were never conclusive. The one fact that was for sure is the favorite mother acquired a nice little cactus from the excursion…using a plastic spoon and a McDonalds cup.

The cactus is a pretty little thing, complete with nice long thorns tipped a delicate maroon color. The plant stands a good six inches, and has remarkably given birth to a fragile little dot of an infant, a small dot of adorable green…a hair bigger than a pea, and a minnow scale smaller than a marble.

All births aside, the cactus threatened to bloom while the favorite mother was gallivanting out west again. Upon the return of the favorite mother, the silly sister’s informed her in their own eloquent way:

“Hey ma, your thing started to bloom while you were gone,” The middle child began delicately.
“What thing?” The favorite mother couldn’t help but be confused.
“The tomato,” the middle child tried to clarify pointing toward the window which contained the cactus.
The youngest child looked at her sideways, (to better understand her…perhaps) and then glanced at the cactus in the window.
“The tomato?” The favorite mother was still confused as she also looked at the window. Perhaps she was still tired from her trip.
The middle child appeared a little confused by her own words as they finally settled in.
“Oh, yeah,” The youngest child agreed very soberly with the middle child after she’d studied the cactus thoughtfully, “That’s right. The tomato’s blooming Ma.”
The favorite mother maintained a composed happy little smile as the silly sister’s burst out giggling.
The cactus remained indifferent in the window.



Happy 35th wedding anniversary Favorite Parents!