It's 28 degrees outside, but we've already prepared the garden beds. I'm thankful for my husband who is diligent. We have a seasoned compost pile to bring into the equation. This is a blessing too. Horse compost. I've moved blueberries back in February so we could safely remove some pines.
Fence may go in this weekend. And then to the discussion of a dog. That's just a given. The man needs a dog. Who are we kidding? I need a dog.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
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