I sat and planned out my garden this morning, as the snow flurries swirled outside my window... it's got to be genetic. I'm looking forward to getting some dirt under my fingernails. In the spirit of growing things, here is some musical goodness for you. If this jam session was happening nearby, it would make the hairs on my arms stand up on end to sit in on it.
4 comments:
Love It!
Are you kidding me? Goosebumps? Try headaches. Made it 64 seconds and called for mercy.
Poor old dirt Farmer!
Where in the heck to do get this stuff! I can relate though, stones are our #1 crop.
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