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September 04, 2007

I thought I'd feel sorry for myself for awhile...

...because I'd gotten my feelings hurt and I was sad.

But then I collected these from the garden...

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...and cooked them down into a few quarts of summer to stash in the freezer.

And I picked the tiniest cantaloupe I've ever seen...

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...and we ate it with dinner.

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And it was delicious.

And then, as though that weren't enough...

...sweet Rae over at Journey Mama awarded me a Perfect Post award for August.

Perfect Post Award for August 2007 Thanks, Rae. I guess I'll feel sorry for myself another day.

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those are tiny!!! and im proud of you lol love from wyoming

And what about the hurt feelings? Have someone specific you need beaten up? I might be able to help. ;-) Not that I have experience, but no one is supposed to hurt Kira's feelings. Grrr...

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Oh my gosh...that is the cutest little cantaloupe I've ever seen! :)

You're welcome! You deserve it.

And those tomatoes look amazing!

AWWW! so tiny! and that's great! congradulations!

Oh, I like you. How awesome that you can take a mopey (is that a word?) day and turn it into a reflection of life and your garden. Will you be my friend?

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