This weekend, all the seedlings went into the ground and today it rained. More rain tomorrow. Occasionally things work out. I felt like a Stafford poem today, and here is one, about practical necessity and what it costs us.
This weekend, all the seedlings went into the ground and today it rained. More rain tomorrow. Occasionally things work out. I felt like a Stafford poem today, and here is one, about practical necessity and what it costs us.