We went to gather onions in my father-in-law's. It was the only thing he planted this year. The weather, the land, the long cold and unwillingness didn't help and we had no tomatoes, green beans, pimentos, potatoes, cucumbers, melons, watermelons and so on. I miss those smelling and tasteful tomatoes so much!
But we have onions, since the soil is good to them here. They are still small. I picked one up just to try it. I love the taste of freshly aliments. It tastes like new and fresh.
These remain from the last year. They're still good to make soup.
The late is falling. We were having a good chat, sat on the front door step. Quiet. It was a quiet day.
The sky was being painted with beautiful colors while we were returning home. God is a great artist.
We could see the moon from the rear.
An airplane clew line marked the sky, competing with the clouds that seemed like shreds.
The moon was rising, announcing the coming nigth. It was chilly outside. Time to come inside and become warmer.
We can't see the smoke or smell the aroma spread in the air, but the freshly brewed coffee is always a comfort. It's cozy. As it was the day.
We went to gather onions in my father-in-law's. It was the only thing he planted this year. The weather, the land, the long cold and unwillingness didn't help and we had no tomatoes, green beans, pimentos, potatoes, cucumbers, melons, watermelons and so on. I miss those smelling and tasteful tomatoes so much!
But we have onions, since the soil is good to them here. They are still small. I picked one up just to try it. I love the taste of freshly aliments. It tastes like new and fresh.
These remain from the last year. They're still good to make soup.
The late is falling. We were having a good chat, sat on the front door step. Quiet. It was a quiet day.
The sky was being painted with beautiful colors while we were returning home. God is a great artist.
We could see the moon from the rear.
An airplane clew line marked the sky, competing with the clouds that seemed like shreds.
The moon was rising, announcing the coming nigth. It was chilly outside. Time to come inside and become warmer.
We can't see the smoke or smell the aroma spread in the air, but the freshly brewed coffee is always a comfort. It's cozy. As it was the day.
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