In Spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love.
In Spring an old man's fancy turns to thoughts of lawn.
In Spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love.
In Spring an old man's fancy turns to thoughts of lawn.
Would my thoughts of love on the lawn make me middle aged? ;)
Uuuuh. I can't remember.
We picked our first batch of rhubarb this past week and yesterday we pick our first asparagras. Spring is here.
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