Quote Originally Posted by Bugbear View Post
Don't make me look up what grows in your neck of the desert, Ali.
Nothing grows in my particular neck of the desert Ted-- my feet have the kiss of death wherever they trod plants die.

Case in point: I had a lovely patch of strawberries come back from last year and more green berries than I could count and then we went on vacation and forgot to turn the sprinklers on. Now, tragically they are all dead and it makes me cry when I think of all of those beautiful berries that will never reach their potential.

So, I'm thinking we could set up some sort of shipment situation-- and a trade for goods, I can sew, knit, and crochet pretty well....