It’s the autumn of their lives.
They don’t look so good.
Not healthy.
Yet …
They’re still producing.
Still providing.
Worthy of their space, and my attention.
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My tomatoes remind me of us older folks.
We’re in the autumn of our lives.
We don’t look so good.
Maybe, not healthy.
Yet …
We can still be producing.
Still providing.
Worthy of our space, and the attention of others.
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Today, I will plant my teeth in one of these tomatoes.
It will be sweet and juicy.
Just like the ones I harvested when the plants were lovely.
I will enjoy this one just as much as those.
And I’ll be grateful my plants continue to produce in the autumn of their lives.
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