The Basket...

Liz popped out... to pick some of her...Beautiful Tomatoes...: )

She grabbed a plastic bag... and headed out the door....

I was following....

I said..."take an Old...Basket...

The Tomatoes... deserve...to be Placed...in a Wonderful...

Bed..."

{she paid me no mind...and out the door...she bounced...}

then...

atop the Old Cupboard...

I spied the Old....Enamelware...Speckled...Basket...

Mom handed me...

The day..she thought I was Old Enough... to  Gather the Eggs...

I was two..or three....

I suppose...

I was So...Proud...

to be 'The Gatherer'....

Until... one of the Old Hens...

Pecked my Hand....

and put me on The Run!

ahhhh...

Memories....
Think I'll take this...to the Hospital....
and share...
some of
 Summer's...Finest...
with Mom....