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fall garden

Rory's garden produced all season long. He just got these carrots out, found all of these potatoes as well as onions. So we're going to roast a chicken and eat all of his garden fresh produce.

I married a doer. He just gets things done. He says he wants to garden, and he builds the raised beds, mixes the soil, plants the seeds and sows the harvest. He says he wants to build a compost, build a rain barrel, build a fence and then he does it. We woke up on Saturday morning and he said, "how about a fire in the backyard?" So we spent our morning sitting by the fire. It was chilly, and Ivar looked like he was going to launch to the moon, but it was a memory made and so much fun.  

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