“You may slaughter more of my lettuce, mommy.”
This came from Hudson at the dinner table (usually we leave such gruesome words out of our dinner table conversation) while we were enjoying some of the freshly, “cut”, lettuce from his little, personal garden. Only a boy would describe the simple pleasure of cutting lettuce as “slaughter”!
I would love to add a picture of the crisp, mini greens we have been enjoying from our garden, but Chelsy is gone for 10 days. (definition of mini greens: the lettuce you cut from your garden about 1 week before maturity because you can’t wait to try it!!)
We do miss Chelsy in many ways. That would be a much longer post and I am anxious to get out the gardens and plant more lettuce.