My superhuman strength snapped the garden spade in half. I am manly.
Baby plants now get wheeled outside during the day for some rays. Much better use of the old microwave cart than last year- when the microwave cart was at the bottom of the pool.
After much cussing and pulling and tugging of ivy, passion fruit vine is in the ground and about to colonize the fence by Professor Higgen's garage. I hate ivy.
Green coffee grounds. Smells like mold.
Like panning for gold.
Getting darker. Still smells like mold.
Hhhmmm... this is taking forever... let's crank up the heat, shall we?
Oh Lordy! Too much. Too much. Call the fire department.
Home roasted coffee beans. No longer smelling of mold.
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