If you decided to try having a garden this summer, I hope you are beginning to reap the harvest.
We have enjoyed blackberries, raspberries and many herbs.
The following poem is one of my favorites from childhood. I hope it brings back fond memories for you too!
MISTRESS MARY
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockleshells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
by Mother Goose
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