I have a Lima Bean disorder. I can't grow them because something keeps eating the leaves.
Good morning to the dwindling Fielde. It is downright sparse in here, isn't it. Bummer. We have a rainy day in store here. I guess I will get some work done here on the floe. As usual, you are all invited over for herring night. Not many of you guys showing up though. I promise next time to have something other than ice to sit on. I felt awful about Miss Mousie Boots having to spend time in her dryer to help with the thawing process. I love you guys so very much.