I swear the sky is more interesting in the country, compared to the city. Or maybe its just that there’s more of it.
This is what I harvested when I was in Minneapolis a few days ago. I dug up the Yukon Golds (turned them into potato soup later), picked the grapes on my small green/red vine, and found a big zucchini. There’s a 4′x4′ garden bed outside the back door, which I didn’t plant this year, but it’s host to zucchini and acorn squash vines, anyway. I guess that’s what I get for throwing my ‘to compost’ squash guts out there last fall.
Sunday cuddles with Henny. She is such a sweet, sweet dog, who continues to grow (emotionally, not physically) every day. It’s hard to believe that if I had decided to start fostering rescue dogs a few weeks sooner or later, I never would have had her in my life.
Its always a joyful surprise to find volunteer plants growing in the most surprising places, we had watermelon try to grow every summer in the flower bed at our back steps , the kids and I would eat watermelon sitting on the back deck and spit the seeds in the flower bed, they always gave us a few plants but sadly our growing season is too short for them to mature, I think what you wrote about possibly not having your sweet little dog in your life was the sweetest words I read in a while, from the heart, so lovely,