Yesterday morning, Sunday, it was time to harvest the crops from the back 5.
That would be 5 square feet, not acres, and the crops consist of two strawberry plants, a tomato plant, 2 herb plants, and a fruit tree. Son and I walked over to the strawberry plants which yielded for us ...wait for it... three entire ripe strawberries. We took them inside, washed them, and shared our bounty with Mrs. Pheasantly Fascinating.
Now it was time to check out the fruit tree, which is an Avocado tree. So I asked for help:
Me: Hey buddy, would you like to help look for Avocados?
Son # 1: Sure!
Me: Okay, let's go.
Son # 1: Let me tell mommy.
Me: Um, Okay.
Son # 1: Mommy!!!!
Mrs. Pheasantly Fascinating: Yes, sweety?
Son # 1: We're going to look for All-the-Cados.
Mrs. Pheasantly Fascinating: All the Cados, huh?
Son # 1: Yep, all of them!
This site is dedicated to my fondness for fowl. Not in any way that requires years of therapy. It's not even my favorite meat. I just think it's neat. What can I say? I am easily amused.
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
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It reminds me of my little cousin in Tallahasse. Her mom let her come down here(Miami) with some other cousins for Spring Break a couple years ago (she was probably 4 or 5 at the time) and she told her class that she was going to Her Mom's Ami for Spring Break.
That's pretty cute.
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