i've talked about my garden once or twice before. i'm pretty proud of it. it says to me "Hey, you go girl!" when really most days i don't. i don't go. i am not that mama that has her workout in and is showered and ready by 9 am, has the house sparkling, and whittles wooden toys for her children in her spare time. BUT! but when I'm picking fresh things from my backyard in my pajamas at 3pm, I feel like yelling to my neighbs "H to the yeah! Are you seeing this stuff?!? I grew it! now I'mma EAT it!" and things. so.
here she is. hooo, she's a hot mess but i whisper sweet nothings to her anyway. honestly, we must have veggie crack in our dirt because things grow out of control with little to no effort on our part. my garden is like, the neighborhood bully keepin all the other veggie gardens is check - like what? you got pumpkins?? PFFF, i got 20! oh you need asparugus?? DONE. you jealous of my zucchini's leaves?? yeah that's right - they're HUGE. my peppers will take your peppers DOWN. what? WHAT??? chest bump.
(lovely iphone pictures are literally burning my eyes)
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And you totally share with me! Cough. Cough.
Sad day. (for me, not you, and really isn't that what it is all about anyway???) I wish I could have a garden, sometimes I can barely go out on my grass because I am so scared of the spiders. This gal needs therapy. BUT back to you...sigh... that is awesome!!! I'm so impressed you lil farmer!
Anywho. Did you see all those heinously fat chics in your last post, cuz I did.
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