The flower gardener expected the daisy seeds to grow, but instead she discovered a tomato plant. Tiny tomatoes
eventually appeared; by fall they were still small. Someone suggested picking
them and placing them in a paper bag to ripen. She did so, even though her
mother wondered why, since the tomatoes remained teensy-weensy and green.
Time turned a couple of the tomatoes red; the gardener
ate one of them. Her mother marveled at the happening. It had never occurred to
her that those tomatoes were meant to be petite: They were a type of tomato
known as cherry.
Some observe us growing up, expecting a particular
outcome; sometimes the outcome is a surprise no one ever considered. But God
knew all along. Some look down and frown at the tiny green orbs that dangle in
the frosty fall air; others pick them and pack them, pleased with the surprise
inside.
When you take the first bite of tomato and the juice comes squishing out....NOM NOM
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