She kisses pretty much anything.
Our feet.
Her breakfast bowl.
The garbage can.
Here she is on Monday giving sugars through the back window:
Here she is getting ready to go to Trade Days a couple of weeks ago. She wore her hat all the way until we got there:
And this has nothing to do with anything, but take a look at these beauts:
The former bishop's squash plants exploded and his awesome wife dropped off an entire grocery sack full of the homegrown, organic stuff on our doorstep. Tonight I made cream of zucchini soup. It really wasn't very good, which really says more about my inability to pick a good recipe than it does about the goodness of the vegetables.
On the docket for tomorrow? Zucchini bread! Maybe with chocolate chips in it. I know. It really doesn't get any better than that.
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