This. This is what happens when it is heavy planting season and the recital is coming up and the house falls into a spiral of disorder and... This is what happens when you find your kids saying "salad [or sandwiches or eggs] for dinner again?
But that's all over now. We're into garden maintenance mode. The costumes have been gathered or made and danced in.
I've got some po-ta-toes to salvage!
(Hey, no one can say I can't grow anything!)
1 comment:
grats on the potatoes :) I hope mine turn out this year.
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