Freshly tilled, ready and waiting to be planted. Those potatoes in the foreground were dug up by my sick kids today. Leftovers from last summer's garden. That's right. This is the country, and in the country there are no sick days. Get your coughing butts out there and dig up them potatoes. 
The stinging nettle. The bane of my existence. In case you couldn't tell (with my new camera, you can even tell that I need a manicure!)
Dinner.
I made her some special chicken legs, but I don't have the heart to wake her feverish adorableness. That is too a word.
Shut your piehole.
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