“Daddy, we’re farmers, right?”

Little Man peeked over the edge of the brooder, while wearing his Paw Patrol gardening gloves and  in his sweet little voice, asked his Daddy, “Daddy, we’re farmers, right?”

We went shopping this past weekend for gardening stuff – items we needed in order to start our seeds for this year’s garden.

I ordered way. too. many. seeds. and this is going to pose a slight problem once it’s planting time. But I know I want to grow my own salsa, so peppers are required, and they need a little inside encouragement to start growing prior to our planting season. Continue reading ““Daddy, we’re farmers, right?””