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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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I pulled up my landscape fabric and that garden is a memory. I'll be fighting really awful soil with you next year, Lance. I'll fix it with composted cowpoop and SAP thrown right in the holes with the plants. Lots of Miracle Grow along the way, too.
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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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I just cleaned a Jack be Little pumpkin out a couple days ago so I could save the seeds. It got pushed around and carried around for months till it ended up on top of the fridge where it got lost.
Lisa pointed it out to me last week and I set it down where I'd see Orval I'd remember to clean it. The seeds are just about dry enough to put away now. My Park Seed catalog showed up a few days ago. All my seeds are lost right now, so I'll probably just order all my seeds for this year unless I get finished moving and unpacking and find my seed boxes. ![]() I don't usually get stoked about garden season this early, but I'm already getting itchy.
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