Found at Dufferin Grove Park

(no pic, sorry)

On the path to the car from the marmer’s farket:  a single, cleaned-off (probably with someone’s teeth) mango pit.

I popped it in the bottom of the carriage and considered it a bonus prize from a wonderful (if short) outing.

Is that sad – or wonderful???

(I’m just relieved Elisheva wasn’t with me to shriek in horror)


  1. I was giggling at this post, because I think we are from different generations. I related more with Elisheva here than with you. (Heehee)
    I have vivid memories of shrieking in much the same way when my own mother did similar things. Or just walking several paces ahead.
    I guess I'm still closer to being a kiddie than I thought! :D


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