Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Tending My Garden

Got half the garden installed.


It's not a great pic, but I titled one long row and installed a fence for the climbing vines to scale (saves on ground space and makes harvesting much easier): Cucumbers, zucchini, yellow crooked-neck squash, butternut squash. 

Tomorrow it'll be broccoli, lettuce, bell peppers, tomatoes and cabbage.

Tending my garden.

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