When I left work yesterday, I found that the flowers on the side of the road in my neighbor's house were gone. Only then did I remember that it was time for my babies to enter the house.
After returning home at noon, first water the peacock arrowroot, wen bamboo, and foxtail, wash the soil outside the pot, and then go to cook.
There is also sorrel, which last year wintered in the open air and did not know their habits. Hurry up to check the knowledge of wintering, it turns out that they are afraid of the cold.
All right! Let's go into the hall together.
There is also a fire festival that escaped death, and they entered the house together.
After the meal, clean up and see, too little. It's almost nothing.
This winter is so long, how can you live without flowers and flowers?
Do you want to buy some back?
Some time ago, I said that I would not buy it, but I had to plant it in my hand. Now the thought arises again.
