As we planned the funeral, he estimated about 100 people would come, and we planned accordingly. As it turned out, there were about twice that many.
However, miraculously, the cake for the lunch afterwards did not run out.
There were just six three year olds present, but one of them was a curly-headed little girl that I had baptized about two years ago.
But, looking up from my desk, I saw it. Inside the bag was one large, perfectly ripe tomato.
My mother grew up on a farm in Southwestern Minnesota. I used to think it would be fun to live on a farm. I visited my grandparents where they lived, and wished we lived in a place like that, with strawberries and pigs and kittens in the barn. When I asked my mother, she would laugh and say, "You don't know what you're asking!" She really liked living in a big city.
But once, in the fall, my mother told me that there was one time that she missed living on the farm: Harvest.