A mostly humorous and entertaining post, yet light-heartedly sad in its underlying theme of death is her short “Tale of war — on helpless vegetables!” by Martha Stephens, who I’ve had the privilege of meeting through WordPress. A beautiful “malcontented” lady and author of “Me and the Grandmas of Baghdad, a Memoir by Martha Stephens.” Thank you, Martha, for sharing a Saturday morning smile.
Readers, you know me as a malcontented person who posts mostly on war and peace; but I hope you will see that this, too, is a tale of war — on helpless vegetables! — M. S.
“Martha! We’re dying!” cried the peppers today.
“Are we Martha?” said the tomatoes in one chorus, hoarsely. “Tell us please!”
“My darlings . . . yes-s,” I began. I could hardly speak, but I had given life to these friends and knew I must stay the course with them.
“Yes, my pretty ones, I cannot but say that tonight the cold will come, and in the morning you will not wake.”
Sad murmurs along the rows. I steeled myself to go on. I felt they wanted to know everything.
“Tonight, my darlings, your limbs will begin to droop rather…
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