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Hang on, little tomato

That’s about as much as I’ve posted here since, oh, who knows when. That much: the size of the smallest cherry tomato our boy child could find on the vine. A wee little dot of sweet. And so much is afoot in the world around us (as ever), unremarked upon.

Study hour

Someone just got her first library card. Above, the haul, day one. I had to put some kind of cap on it, since we were walking home. Thank heavens for the double-decker stroller, is all I can say. Sixteen books we got here, ranging from Crocodiles and Alligators to Alligators

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