“You need to get some string to tie up the gladdies before they topple over.” These were my parting words to Nancy Nightingale last week.
Arriving for my singing lesson today, I could help but smile when I saw her alternative. That’s my gal.
There's always room for one more plant.
"This world is but a canvas to our imagination"
Organic gardening in the Rogue River Valley
Travels of : ँ : a Yogin