This afternoon I found myself in our backyard, barefoot, picking previously-organic strawberries from our 1/2 wine-barrel container garden, with a baby contently sleeping in the ergo carrier.
It was a very Sebastopol-esque moment.
This afternoon I found myself in our backyard, barefoot, picking previously-organic strawberries from our 1/2 wine-barrel container garden, with a baby contently sleeping in the ergo carrier.
It was a very Sebastopol-esque moment.