A military spouse's take on blooming where you are planted. I continue to pretend I am living on my dream farm while in reality, I live on a military base, gardening in a plot alongside a Navy flightline, with half of my homesteading supplies perpetually packed in boxes and have a habit of being overly involved in every community we live in. I'm a busy mom to 2 boys and a spouse to a Navy sailor soon nearing retirement. I love this chaotic life wouldn't trade it for anything!
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What I can't figure out is where you found ROOM for your asparagus bed! How many roots did you plant? Even ten(!) would be one heckuva lot of digging! (No wonder you're pooped tonight.)ReplyDelete
You crazy woman you!ReplyDelete
What happened to sittin' around eating bonbons? ;)ReplyDelete
You're crazy! KimReplyDelete
hahaha...I get no sympathy from my spouse. However, I will offer you some of mine.ReplyDelete
Thomas, I know what you mean, to them they laugh and figure "well, you dug yourself into that hole" literally, LOL!ReplyDelete
Dani, bonbons! ...got any?
Mama Pea, there is no room, I don't know what I was thinking...
Kelly, this is ALL YOUR FAULT!