I want to complain about the hot and humid weather but given the situation in most of the country I cannot justify it.

The idea was to harvest lamb’s quarters before the market Saturday. There are sizable plants growing all over the dormant asparagus patch.

I’m a broken record. I’ve done nothing all week but complain about the lack of rain.

Ralph Sherman’s strawberries are done for the year. All his plants are June-bearing, they fruit once a year for two weeks or so.

I come from a long line of women who preserved food.

I have no one to blame but myself. I spent Monday’s holiday making sense of my own yard.

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