Jack with our first box from our CSA at Oxbow Farms
Our new compost bins
My poor battered garden
rocket pops! (peach-grape, apple-cran, and blueberry yogurt)
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1 comment:
compost bins remind me of mom. they are also very smelly. but that is not why they remind me of mom.
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