The wild roses, scavenged from the roadside a few years ago, are flourishing. My grandmother called them Seven Sisters roses.
Blake's garden. Promise of lots of fresh veggies in this photo. We are having fresh cabbage for dinner tonight.
The joy of living in the quiet of the country.
The surprise of volunteer flowers.
Food fresh from the garden, grown by my husband's toil.
Take care,
Jennie
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