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Thursday, August 18, 2011

My Garden

I shouldn't even call it "my".  Really, it's my dads.  Honestly, if it weren't for him, there would be no garden.  He built the fence to keep the bunnies out.  He tilled the soil for me, because, well, I'm too lazy...plus I was sicker than a dog that day.  He helped me plant the plants.  All I did was watch it grow.  (My husband did most of the watering...)  The results are just fabulous...
I love my garden.  Thanks Dad!  (And happy birthday, too!)

2 comments:

  1. In that first picture, it looks like the leaf is stretching up to reach the sun!

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  2. I know, isn't it awesome? I love when you capture something cool...purely by accident!

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