Once freed from the stalk, she raced across the garden, and threw her arms around her tall, dark, handsome lover. "Together at last she whispered."
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Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand ~ David Mallet
About Me
Vegetable Gardeners
- Skippy's Vegetable Garden: Kathy/MA
- Frost Bottom Farm/ Barry/ MA
- A Growing Tradition/Thomas/MA
- A Lizard in the Garden/Liz/MA
- Daphne's Dandelions/Daphne/ MA
- Diary of a Locavore/Elspeth/MA
- May Dreams Gardens
- Petunia's Garden: Petunia's Gardener/WA
- Fast Grow the Weeds: El/ MI
- Kerry's Garden: Kerry/KY
- Bifurcated Carrots/Pat and Steph/NL
- In My Kitchen Garden: Farmgirl/MO
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