Two friends, 365 days.
its a dahlia, but color is a go
fuzzy peach
from get off my lawn to smile in kitten seconds
still not over being impressed with myself for growing things like this
15 years later, this buddy is still with me
ladybug peruses the sunflower i made
beast
concord grape pie. get into it. seriously.
time to garden!
in which a bunch of ladies had brunch, rooftop cocktails, and a picnic
“Even if all you do is break even, you’re still eating better and gaining skills.”
i never tire of sunsets
i knew she’d have one on her
with any luck we’ll have a lot of fresh vegetables in our future
really? i’m too scared to ask the internet about the chicken/egg thing here
an actual garden gnome.
gift
you weren’t here long, but i’m not sad to see you go
cleanup efforts on 14th st
getting on in the season
deer deterrent
this is what being in a martial arts bake club is like
coaster from kyoto
winter in red, white, and blue
can a dragon get another dragon's tail?
walking the east side
tasty flower
hot day
feeling girly
the school garden did a row of bulbs this year
the basil is still alive, not sure about the ladybug.
importing humans
champagne is my kryptonite
growing to sustain.
inland beach
trumpets mark the end of the season.
port washington path
don't ask.
reflecting
lit up.
odessa
finding problems early.
i still can't believe I'm growing corn.
post-restrepo (i should have tried harder)
urban paradise.
rehearsal bbq, buffalo
the lion's mouth
first strawberry (i think the red broke my camera).
can't always be roses.
neighbors
i'm not really sure i actually know what this word means.
processing
slow starter.
pushing it.
new york fencing club.
lamenting a lack of land
snips of metal.
severed rhubarb, dirty lens
you make your bed where you lie.
home
home depot parking lot.
still working through the lemons
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