I figured I would share one of my favorite scary stories. Something that actually happened to my mother one summer when she was a kid.
My hands down, number one, all time favorite part of our yearly garden is the tomatoes.
June is marching right along, it seems, and our garden is in full bloom.
A collection of photos I took on a recent trip to Georgia.
I realized this is a fundamental difference in people (I've been seeing a lot of these lately). Do you see a weed? Or do you see something more?