I keep finding the goat eating the roses by the fence. They were my dad’s. He loved to container garden, and I brought these to my house after he went home to the Lord. They’re the last thing of his I have around the garden. I check the damage, but I know they’ll grow back. I’ll take them with me if I move. For now, I like to think he’d have enjoyed the goats.
I keep finding the goat eating the roses by the fence. They were my dad’s. He loved to container garden, and I brought these to my house after he went home to the Lord. They’re the last thing of his I have around the garden. I check the damage, but I know they’ll grow back. I’ll take them with me if I move. For now, I like to think he’d have enjoyed the goats.
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