Tiny hands in the dirt...
Nat planted just about everything...
Like my new bucket? I can't bring myself to put dirt into it...
I found these cast iron pots at a thrift store...They go beautifully with the old trike.
And a time for every purpose, under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
click my playlist below to play the song by The Byrds...
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