holy garlic
This was the vision that met me on Sunday night when I arrived at my friend Sylvia’s for dinner. She had harvested the garlic from her garden that same day, and was leaving them out to dry on her barn red picnic table.
This was the vision that met me on Sunday night when I arrived at my friend Sylvia’s for dinner. She had harvested the garlic from her garden that same day, and was leaving them out to dry on her barn red picnic table.
Posted by diane thompson at 9:57 PM
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