Perhaps it is the most distant mountain on the right, just peeking over the ridge in the foreground and beyond the center mountain in the distance that is close to a certain place called home. I can still get turned around in these hills. It is some where out in that direction anyway
Where a roadside vegetable garden gets closer to tomato time. I miss my construction sabbatical when work kind work was my hobby. Now it seems the work day is long and the evenings gone before there is a chance to relax, putter and stroll.
The garden grows without me. Thank goodness there is no need for much in the way of weeding. I wouldn't have the time for it now.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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I always got turned around as I have no sense of direction. But I could still find my way.
Your garden looks sooooo good. That chip wood sure helps with the weed factor. You are so lucky to be able to get it. Wish I could get it here.
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