Soybeans are hairy.
The whole house smells like grapes.
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"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."
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2 comments:
Soy beans I can live without. But how I envy you your grapes!
If all goes well and the creek don't rise, my house will smell like applesauce soon.
What a wonderful time of year!
Mama Pea
I love the smell of grapes and the picture of the soybean is great!
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