reeves' two community farmers shared with him lots of cucumber, and two kinds of squash:
i made some slaw with the squash and the vinegar (+ other ingredients) , and reeves ate a chicken that someone else made (with seasoning that made the house and scootie's nose notice).
we have great expectations of ourselves and our vegetables and mostly they come out great, though mostly there's something wrong, too. we can always find that there's something wrong.but these great expectations keep turning out, and by golly, it's already the second half of the year and i know there's something wrong and maybe what's wrong is that i can't include what's wrong in what's right. except maybe.
