Jan 08, 2008 08:37
Lana was up and out early, after a bit of a restless night. So, fairly predictably, she was digging up new beds for the gardens she'd put in in the spring and wondering if she could talk anyone into digging deep holes for the two yew trees she was having delivered. If not, she'd have to just buckle down and do it herself.
[Open for anyone who might stop by or stumble across her.]
gardening,
the cottage,
lana lang-luthor