While growing up, my parents planted a huge garden in our backyard. Pretty much, there was no yard, it was all garden. We had rows and rows of vegetables. Mostly, my dad would spend many hours prepping, planting, weeding, and watering. All that hard work, provided...
John is in a holding pattern, just anxiously waiting to start harvesting. Last week, they did try the corn, but it was too wet. What that means, I really have no idea. Let’s face it, I am not a farmer. I have no desire to learn about farming. I am a...
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