More perfect than they look
As I was leaving the Wednesday night church dinner with scrap food for my hens to last three days, I crossed paths with a man. He was carrying a bag that appeared to be holding apples. He nodded and I commented, "You look like the apple man." He stopped and said he had tomatoes. I laughed, kept limping along and said, "Oh." He said, "Would you like some?" "Oh, sure, but you don't have to." He offered to follow me to the car as I had my hands full.
Once at the car, he asked how many I wanted--"one, two, three, four, or five?" I laughed and said that any amount sounded good, that one would be okay. He was trying to keep things in place, commenting they were rolling around. I gave him a bag and he gave me five tomatoes. Boy, was I ever thrilled?
They look like they are blemished in the picture. I checked after I saw the picture. One little one is a bit soft. Of course, none of these could be called "little."
Hens are happy. I am happy. I could handle another Wednesday like this every Wednesday.
How was your Wednesday? Any free produce?