Nyla got catnip for Christmas.
After he was finished with it - no one wanted to 'touch this'.
It was a slobbery mess.
Then, of course, one of my daughters put it into a purse of one of her sisters,
where it wasn't discovered until the next morning.
Ewwwwwww.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
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