About those tomatoes . . .

Oops.

In the last blog post

a photo of tomatoes on the vine

prompted the recall of

a long-ago poem.

I thought the first two lines were:

clothes on the line

tomatoes on the vine

BUT!

Today I remembered the correct version:

flowers on the vine

bermudas on the line

summer came and 

summer went and 

no one fed the swine.

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Ho! 

Flowers!
Bermudas!

No tomatoes!

Brains are amazing storehouses . . .

xx