The developmentally disabled man I am supporting and I are currently at his community garden. After watering and weeding, he likes to sing to his veggies. Usually they are Irish folk songs or sea chanties. Today, he brought sheet music to "On Top of Old Smokey." My job rocks sometimes!
Bonus: a little old lady had a bumper crop of peppers and practically forced me to take some off her hands. Got onions and celery, and I think some shrimp in the freezer. Looks like a creole cookin' night!
Bonus: a little old lady had a bumper crop of peppers and practically forced me to take some off her hands. Got onions and celery, and I think some shrimp in the freezer. Looks like a creole cookin' night!
I'm thinking that if this man were to sing a rousing round of "Oh When the Saints Come Marching In", it may help to revive my poor wilted basil plant...
P.S. Send some of those extra peppers over to Gypsy. I'm sure she'd LOVE them.