As proud of I am of growing lots of beautiful heads of broccoli... I don't think I am going to grow it anymore.
Picking all those broccoli worms out before cooking- makes me lose all appetite for the stuff. And dinner is always a bit on edge for everyone- hoping they don't find any leftover surprises. STRESS!
It may make me a bad person but pesticide broccoli is looking pretty good to me!!
Peanut butter pie. The creamy peach and blueberry pie was eaten up too quickly to be photographed.
Baby Moses loves him some cherry tomatoes! Can you tell?
I spied a gaping hole before anyone had even sat down to supper.
Making homemade ice cream is a task that happens once or twice a week around here.
On 90 degree days it melts before it can smile pretty for the camera.
Biscuits and Sausage gravy for supper...because we can.
After supper porch sitting...for a few seconds before grabbing the climber from flipping the rocking chairs over.
Over and over and over again.