Cool and cloudy – highs in the fifties. I thought I heard Rafe
last night in the wind rushing through the windows.
I made my first harvest of dandelions for the year – tops like a
bowl of salad, roots as big as carrots. Beautiful.
Cool and cloudy – highs in the fifties. I thought I heard Rafe
last night in the wind rushing through the windows.
I made my first harvest of dandelions for the year – tops like a
bowl of salad, roots as big as carrots. Beautiful.