All you see above (except for the bacon) came from our little "farm" (yard) in the city.
Every winter, what a complainer I can be. Winter is freakin' six - or seven - months long. Zillow! Where else could we live? Icy sidewalks, hate this, on and on. At a certain point, I get tired of hearing me and adjust to reality. But, wow, summer, even hot summers like this month: harvesting vegetables, picking bouquets, smelling the earth, eating breakfast outside, early morning dogs-and-me walks, thunderheads lit gold in the sunset, chanting cicadas. We don't deserve any of this. It's all a gift.
All you see above (except for the bacon) came from our little "farm" (yard) in the city.
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