A couple of years ago, round about this time of year, my daughter Meep came to me and said, “Mom! Look at this perfect bowling pin!”
She was holding a tomato. A yellow pear tomato. And she was right – it did look like a perfect bowling pin.
And so, what was the next logical step for a family to do but go tomato bowling?
Making the mundane entertaining.
A fine day for an epiphany 