Words and images from the life of a writer and urban homesteader
Years ago, I had a dog who would bring back trophies when she periodically escaped. Some of her most memorable finds were a garden glove, a hand painted wooden parrot from Mexico and yes, a box of bone meal.
Years ago, I had a dog who would bring back trophies when she periodically escaped. Some of her most memorable finds were a garden glove, a hand painted wooden parrot from Mexico and yes, a box of bone meal.
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