Having been through my share of life's challenges, nothing much surprises me anymore.
Take the recent loss of my credit card. I did all the normal things: retraced my steps; checked all pockets; dug into all those sneaky little pockets in bags and purses; did contortions in the car checking all possible places; searched the house; got the bank to put a temporary lock on it; and constantly checked my account to ensure no one had flown to Brazil on it regardless.
All the while something was telling me not to worry, that it wasn't 'out there', lost on the streets, or in the hands of an identify thief or Nigerian scammer. So I didn't.
Today, looking out the kitchen window at the rain blessing my garden and the hail simultaneously hammering it, I saw this:
Yes, as random as finding a treehouse in a head of broccoli.
And, yes, a sign of the treasures that lie in gardens.
(Julia Hebaiter in Another Life)FoodLit Writer, Feel-Good Food Lover & Storyteller
Because Food Sans Story is Bland