Sometimes, just sometimes, nothing beats a store bought wreath. I'm in love with this one that hangs from our front door this season.
Sometimes, just sometimes, a Sunday afternoon nap is calling. But, the garden is calling even louder. Two blueberry bushes are now in the ground. Zucchini seedlings are no longer seedlings anymore. Marigolds are smiling. Basil is waiting to be turned into fresh pesto.
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