You can not forget to catch them, every morning become a fixture, just like the coffee and the bathroom.
An alarm clock for the back to let her know that the day will be tough to forty minutes maybe something more to try zucchini in that jungle that is now the greenhouse. It’s hot and leaves scratch the legs but when the box is filled with the triumph of orange fills the eyes of a great beauty that I share only with some bee continues to pursue even when the flowers are in the basket. I think it’s in the color of the language of plants, in their intensity and the health of the soil where they are growths.
Zucchini along the road of biodynamics