We plan to take a little trip next week, and it occurred to me today that the little tomato seedlings that sprouted this week will probably die while I'm gone unless I can find someone to take care of them for me.
A few minutes after I began to worry about the tomato seedlings, Uncle Jack's granddaughter came into the office where I was working, and it hit me: Uncle Jack has a greenhouse. His granddaughter (who also calls him "Uncle Jack") said he would be delighted to babysit my plants.
So this afternoon I called his house. Aunt Myra said he was napping, but she was certain that he would love to be a foster parent to my tomatoes. I'm going to take them to him tomorrow.
Uncle Jack is the best. :)
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