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Garden Spruce-up

I'll apologize in advance for the steaminess of these pics; it's so hot and wet that my lens fogs up the minute I step foot outside. We'll just call it bokeh if anyone complains. :)

Since we're on the cusp of the fall growing season my guy cleaned out our little gardens yesterday. We're giving the strawberries their own bed because we're afraid they'll sneak in the house and take it over while we're sleeping.

We decided to save the chives, oregano and parsley from the herb section, and transplanted them to their own pots.

Right now only a little bit of basil is left in the veggie garden, but we're going to plant pole beans, radishes and cucumbers again when the temps drop a bit more next month.

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