Some mornings it all goes awry lid twisted on wrong mocha pouring over me hurry to change my clothes all before I feed the dog rush to the dentist not to be late At the same time the sun rose today warmed the land tomatoes and me first of the season ripe for lunch
Tiny things can trap us in needless stress, and tiny things can free us from it. Your poem, holding these two small moments side by side, reminded me that some days I can choose to notice the tomatoes in the sun instead of the spilt coffee. Thank you for this gentle affirmation today.
I smiled at the quiet turn in this poem.
Some mornings insist on beginning with spilled coffee.
Others end with the first ripe tomato.
Thank you for the reminder that the day doesn't always stay the way it starts. 🍅☀️
And thank you for reading and commenting! Eating a tomato for you.
“Ripe for lunch” - yay and yum 😋
Tiny things can trap us in needless stress, and tiny things can free us from it. Your poem, holding these two small moments side by side, reminded me that some days I can choose to notice the tomatoes in the sun instead of the spilt coffee. Thank you for this gentle affirmation today.
Thanks for reading! I need the reminders, too!
In our world, hurry, hurry, hurry. In tomato world slow, slow, slow.
yes. and SO slow to ripen!! Tomatotime
Smiling here, as well.
And I, with you!
The twisted lid is a troublemaker but in this case, with your vision, you returned us all to a warm welcoming morning.
I learned 52 years ago, just after my son with so many health challenges was born, to look for the good. Mostly successful!
Enjoy those tomatoes 🍅 😆💕!