Must be almost Summer.
Life gives us lemons. LOTS of lemons. We love them. We regularly thank Mum and Dad for planting the tree thirty years ago, and
Life gives us lemons. LOTS of lemons. We love them. We regularly thank Mum and Dad for planting the tree thirty years ago, and
I have a thing about Dark Barred Plymouth Rocks. Adam calls them my bourgeois chickens. (He's very rude.) I think they are particularly pretty. Anyway,
Homemade pasta and homemade pesto, fast food? Is she smoking sandalwood, damn hippy homesteader? Obviously has too much time to poke around in gardens
Ad's not going to like this post. He's a modest man, and it's hard to even get a photo of him at the