our baby

the baron knows the photo above is a poor one - shot in light too low and out of focus to boot. what really gets her, though, is that the husband took the picture at all.

it's a potato, one that stayed in the basket too long. (the baron keeps a basket in the kitchen for onions, garlic and, occasionally, potatoes. right now, there are also sunflower seeds in this basket, kept there for the baron when she works her way through all 9 seasons of the x-files.) the baron can't really remember why she bought but did not use this potato - maybe to thicken up a soup, or to add to an indian dish? actually, she can't even remember WHEN she bought it. she does remember seeing it from time to time in the basket, grabbing it accidentally when she was groping for an onion, and thinking, 'ah! that potato! better use it soon before its eyes sprout'. ahem.

she does not remember seeing the slow progression of those spindly growths, of that she is sure. so, when the husband finally the pulled the potato out of the basket, the baron was VERY SURPRISED indeed at the state of it.

even more surprising was the shape of it, the way those off-shoots look like nascent arms and legs. and, with a little imagination, that white blooming thing at the top? maybe like a small fancy hat, or the beginnings of a face? on the sofa there, leaning just so against the cushions, that potato looks very much like a baby. a creepy baby, but a baby nonetheless. don't you think?