This is my third morning pulling weeds in the back bed. You might think I'm exaggerating but Lord, have mercy, it's nearly killing me. The biggest, baddest river rock in the land make the ground
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I dreamed of a garden with hidden treasures...huge stones and shells tucked behind plants ... remnants of travels across the globe... long abandoned and forgotten by the owner ... a woman who had worked with
Greg's parents gave us an old birdbath. I like its sturdy build. Peeling paint calls for a sprucing up. I showed Greg the Satin Lilac paint I was pondering. To my surprise, he suggested Gloss