Not that Funny

It was close to 6:30 when I carried three grocery bags and a basket full of produce from the garden through the parking lot and up the stairs to our unit. A quart container of heirloom beans teetered on top of the yellow squash, okra, peppers, and so, so many tomatoes.

"Don't spill the beans!" I said to myself, and then I laughed.

And then I spilled the beans.