"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Beanlings!
The gray scale of our weather has been driving us batty. But things are growing. Inch long beanlings, for instance, in the Back 40.
But things are growing.
Inch long beanlings, for instance, in the Back 40.
1 comment:
legumilations!
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