Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Magic Garden

When I found that Baby Boy had buried himself up to his knees in my new raised garden, I assumed he was looking for worms.

“No, mama. I growing a sister.”

I also found buried cars, a shoe, various snacks and a remote control.

Were I a more talented gardener, surely I could sprout the contents of Target.

I guess he will have to settle for three kinds of kale.

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