"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Orange Harvest
The girls picked these:
And I did this:
I got this to compost:
And this to drink:
And I still have this:
And this:
So if you feel so inclinded... come on over and harvest some of your own.
And I did this:
I got this to compost:
4 comments:
I'll be over tomorrow :)
OK. I'm home (and showered) after noon!
Maybe I'll pick some after the park on Tuesday!
Ooo Bridget, you're a smart woman. I have a whole slew of women to pawn these babies off on Tuesday! I wish I could say that I planned it that way.
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