The first harvest of swiss chard from the garden. I'm making swiss chard strudel for my mom tonight. Yum.
I would love to have a purse the same color as the pinky chard.
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Just a little rambling about our hill and what happens here.
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- new camera
- early morning sight
- more flowers and a fox story
- wild rose
- Hiking Morrell Falls
- A year gone by
- Bright Lights
- Flutter by
- I guess this is fun
- Another spring flower
- Cutie
- Deck railing
- This is just mean
- Fox trot
- It's getting worse...
- Is this a joke?
- poor bluebird
- My salad bowl runneth over
- The garden is growing & Cali, too
- Signs of a wet spring
- Stop and smell the flowers
- Golfing with Dad & Dennis
- New deck
- More flowers
- I'm not coming in and you can't make me...
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About Me
- deborah
- I'm just a transplanted Californian trying to adjust to Montana winters, gardening and all that awesome and sometimes scary wildlife.
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