My garden has done very well with tomatoes this year. I feel guilty, but each day I go out and hope the plants are finally dying. Each week I making wheat bread: grind, knead, rise, etc. Butter and honey on each slice is pretty good. I can see how people can live on it.
Work starts today. I miss the kids. But really loved the days of reading and doing genealogy whenever I wanted. Oh well. Life is so tough.

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