Remember that tomato plant that I killed on Sunday? The one that caused me to decide to break the other tomatoes out instead of sliding them out?
Well this morning I had a moment to kill while waiting for my fellow carpoolers and wandered out to the garden. It was raining pretty steadily and had been since last night. And you know what? That damn tomato was standing 80% of the way back up. Since it was still raining when I got home I don’t have a photo, sorry.
So I don’t know, how does that rank on the scale of improbabilities and/or miracles?