Teeny tiny daisy sprouts turned a long day bright. I hope they live. And my aloe Vera. I hope it lives.
Tried to seed swap with a coworker but her seeds were the same as mine. We both like peas and cucumbers. Both of us get frustrated by “super easy to grow” plants that flunk out of the garden.
At least I have mache. So glad to find another wild edible green. It’s gone into a lot of my soups and salads this past month.
Purple martins this year?
I believe we needs moments alone, and to live together as family. Most of my life has been backwards.
My hell is made of numbers.
All I want is to pursue hobbies on my own schedule. Is this just being 53? I am supposed to be done with normal life by now. ::spits::