Those who come to the community garden, located (conveniently) at the church across the street, call it an "oasis." I find the description apt because when we walk through the gates and into the grounds of the church - Colette runs off enveloped in a giggle - we no longer feel like we are in Harlem or NYC. Marguerite was delighted to be a "member" of the garden while she was here - Claire, our nanny is a regular - and Romy's kicks are full of punch in the carrier when we mosey over there.
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Is that last one kohlrabi? gorgeous!
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