I prescheduled this post since I'm still at the hospital... I can dream about this garden, can't I? We've been working hard. In the morning before the kids wake up, and after dinner. My kids have even been helping. I know. They must be host bodies for parasitic aliens. It's the only explanation I've got. Miss wants flowers for the lemonade stand she mans every year. Mr. Survival wants to save money. I tend to buy a lot of expensive produce. I don't buy junk food. Lately though, he's been finding convenient excuses to "swing by the store" and my house has junk food again. So, I am no longer saving money by buying expensive produce. Hehehe. I'm nasty and I just like to play in the dirt. Beansprout? He's what my brain should be. Six. We like to play in the dirt and watch what comes up. photo 1 credit photo 2 credit photo 3 credit photo 4 credit
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.