Tell me True. What’s for lunch?
Grandmother opened the back door and pointed to the garden. “Bring me a “T” food.”
Pausing at the edge of the tended earth, I thought for a moment. I don’t especially like Turnips. We don’t have a Tangerine Tree. We buy Turmeric at the store, in the spice aisle. Turkeys are banned from the garden. Tea doesn’t grow in this climate.
Then I spied them — standing so tall with red, ripe fruit.
I got one — I found part of lunch.