HAHAHA that. Squash City is out of CONTROL and that's only half of it. We've had a couple of patty pans
and a lemon cucumber
and a spaghetti squash that I think I picked too early. Our backyard has been a mosquito gauntlet (you get your garage key out before you leave the house because you can't stop in front of the garage door. You'll die) so I've been sprint-watering it and ignoring it and my tomato plants have kind of become one large plant but I can't get out there long enough to prune them and today we noticed we have PEAS. Like, suddenly: peas.
Look at those. There's arugula in the middle there but I obviously didn't think this through and now I can't get at it. Live and learn. Eleanor never gets tired of going to check out the garden. Eleanor never gets tired of ANYthing. I was thinking the other day about how much I love having young children, and how there's something to be said for five- and eleven- and even fourteen-year-old kids, but two-year-olds are a precious beast.
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Remember when you planted that garden? Geneva was what, two days old? You, my dear, are a precious beast yourself. And I am very lucky to call you one of my own. Your young self and Eleanor would have gotten along splendidly on so many levels. So alike my sweets.
Especially two-year-olds named Eleanor. They are the best of the best.
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