Playing in the dirt

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

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

An unearthed walnut buried by a squirrel

A black walnut that had been buried

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

Tomato plant with top chopped off

I hope its sister plant will fare better.

tomato

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