Sore teeth prompt crabbiness. Sorry folks. Which reminds me. Overnight, it seems, we have this:
I found a real treat this morning, our winter wheat crying happiness. (You may need to click on the photo to see what I mean.)
Here's the hopeful pomegranate grove, transplanted yesterday from pots that 3 years ago welcomed some seeds of a fruit donated by an Eastern Shore friend. Thank you, Marian.
Keeping it simple
2 days ago