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Candid: Aubrey and A.J.

During the winter months, I complain endlessly about not being able to work the garden.  I complain louder when it is so cold that I can not till or turn earth.  During the summer months, we are up with the sun to work till it is too hot to work.  Then it is siesta time for a couple hours while we wait for the sun to pass overhead.  Then it is back to the garden till it gets too dark to tell plant from weed.

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