Baths are Pointless
When John's parents were here, his dad alerted me to the fact that I'd already successfully grown a pumpkin in the newly plowed lower garden.
Really?
So I looked out the window.
Sure enough.
I made pumpkin soup for supper that night.
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Also.
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We put several wagonloads of aged manure on the garden, as usual.
Zeke doesn't need a sandbox or a wood shavings box or a corn kernals box,
because he's got a giant pile of manure to keep him busy.
1 comment :
This has me grinning!
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