This is my eighty year old grandfather in his overgrown garden in Indiana. He claims he had no idea squash grew that high. I hope that when I'm eighty, I'm still growing things and drinking whiskey on the rocks, excuse me, "cough medicine", before bed.
I realize that I've done a lot of posting today...I guess I'm just giddy to be back. Also I'm a little tipsy from sangria consumed at the birthday party. And I don't have to work tomorrow.
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