...eradicated.
We spent a very happy (albeit windy and chilly) morning weeding by hoe and by hand, admiring potatoes, garlics, onions, and blueberries, reveling in the new, healthy growth. We may have to do battle with potato beetles this year, as they seem to have found our crop already. Even my dad, gardener extraordinaire, came out to pull his share, all by hand, particularly the tough little buggers that we like to skip and pretend we didn't see.
I wanted to take a picture for some comparisons to last year, but, surprise, surprise, our camera was out of batteries. 'Cuz I use it ALL the time, you know? Not.
The two families adjourned to the Little House, where the men did some heavy lifting with the tractor and the women spoke of cloth napkins, feeding children, and even homeschooling (not for my family, but theirs).
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
We spent a very happy (albeit windy and chilly) morning weeding by hoe and by hand, admiring potatoes, garlics, onions, and blueberries, reveling in the new, healthy growth. We may have to do battle with potato beetles this year, as they seem to have found our crop already. Even my dad, gardener extraordinaire, came out to pull his share, all by hand, particularly the tough little buggers that we like to skip and pretend we didn't see.
I wanted to take a picture for some comparisons to last year, but, surprise, surprise, our camera was out of batteries. 'Cuz I use it ALL the time, you know? Not.
The two families adjourned to the Little House, where the men did some heavy lifting with the tractor and the women spoke of cloth napkins, feeding children, and even homeschooling (not for my family, but theirs).
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
It sounds like you had an AWESOME day!
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