gardening

Our neighbours being the wonderful people they are (having already lent us everything from eggs to a bike pump to a hack saw without any probing questions), offered us carrots from their garden. This meant that Schuyler got to wake up an pluck her breakfast from the ground, clean it and eat it all before 8am. I wish the idea of vegetables in the morning made me as happy as it made her. Still, a great memory... maybe Schuyler will grow up thinking it's normal to have fresh vegetables from a garden. Scary to think how rare that kind of thinking will be then.