The other night, Daddy and Brother had a guy thing to go to. We could of gone, but decided to let them have their moment. Instead, Pooka and I had a girls night. What does that entail you ask? The same thing every girls night entails, sorting the seeds.
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| Time to sort seeds. |
Wait, you mean not everyone sorts seeds and looks through seed catalogs on girls night. As Pooka would say "Awkward." (it is her new favorite word).
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| WE have new catalogs,but I figured the old ones work just as well. |
Anyway, Pooka and I sat down with our list and checked to see what we still had and what we needed. We are in pretty good shape, and with what Santa brought a Pooka, I am hoping we won't need to buy much more. Although Pooka had already started a list of things she wants to grow. And no, I didn't help her write all these words. She did it totally on her own, including the Alpine Strawberries.
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| The beginnings of a list of plants by Pooka . |
Then again, Pooka got a gift certificate in her stocking to her favorite nursery, so I may not have much of a say in the matter.
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