Ugh. Yuck. Blech.
Of course, the longer I ignore it, the more disgusting it becomes. Especially when you throw canning into the mix. And 3-year-olds with full glasses of chocolate milk. But I'm not even going to go there. Or. I. Will. Cry.
I guess the time has come.
Wish me luck. And a good pedicure... my toes look very sad... if only I could reach them!
In our home we’re surrounded by tender little growing things. We water and fertilize, weed when needful, and try our best to turn the heads of our sprouting plants towards the sun. Most days we realize that gardening is hard and that our thumbs are more black than green.
Thankfully, when we rely on the Master Gardener, He watches over our field and shows us how to grow. We know the day of our harvest will come much too quickly, but we hope to find joy in the fruits of our labors. Until then we learn and do what we can to cultivate our little Munchkin Garden! Here we record our progress and all the fun and craziness along the way.
1 comment:
I hear ya (about the yucky floor)
Dave
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