One of these years, I will sew for myself some gardening smocks with pockets. In the meantime, here's what I harvested from the back yard this afternoon between dances:
The patch didn't show any ill effects from a deer prancing around in it before breakfast. Then again, those shells are tough.
The BYM: Why is there a mallet on the kitchen counter?
Me: The saw didn't cut it.
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