Who'd have thunk it as my mother used to say

I like to think I'm observant. Didn't I notice the brindled boxer running in the river bed holding a log in his mouth, an obvious treasure?

And don't I notice new plants or flowers on the street?

Or someone who has lost of gained weight?

Or changed their hair?

Then how chagrined should I be after 20 years to FINALLY realize that spices are in brown-topped jars and herbs in green tops?

Big time shame.

Rick pointed it out to me. 

It's good to be humbled every now and then.