A long, long time ago there was a little girl who picked a bunch of tiny, little squashes from the garden. "They are so cute!", she told her mom. The bloody welts from the flyswatter are very clear in her memory. Mom didn't see the tiny squash the way the little girl did. Last week my grandsons picked tiny, little, really cute green peppers, green tomatoes and tiny, little cucumbers. They made 'stew' and 'cake' in my kitchen. It ends here.
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Amen! Thanks for visiting my blog. Molly Bee is just a nickname my Poppie (grandfather) gave me the minute he saw me. I don't think he ever called me by my given name which is Melinda!
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