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I noticed my mileage on my car was approaching 155,555.

I wondered where I would be at the time and if it would hold any symbolic meaning for me.

Well, I was discussing selling my house to my aunt and moving back to the city. A friend recently got a steal on a house for only $11,500. My mind was all over the place on what to do, and in the end my aunt declined.

So, I was pulling into my driveway as the miles tripped over.

Picture of odometer showing total mileage of 155,555 and trip mileage of 7.7

So, I suppose I am where I am supposed to be at this time.

I decided to plant strawberries I got at a garage sale and to replant tomatoes in an area that a former boyfriend had accidentally mowed down one year.

When digging up a spot for the strawberries, I unearthed the following:

An unearthed walnut buried by a squirrel

A black walnut that had been buried

There is an old black walnut tree in the woods near my house, and I suspect a squirrel buried this at some point before i had covered the area with a black gardening paper. I had to break through the paper to find it. I was surprised by how slow it had grown.

So then I tackled the planting of the tomatoes. I took the plants out and placed them on the ground. Dig dig dig. Then, where are the plants? Der. I had buried two of them. This is the worst of them. I must have chopped it up with the shovel.

Tomato plant with top chopped off

I hope its sister plant will fare better.