Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)?
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

Robert Frost, "Fragmentary Blue"

Help yourself, but I really would be pleased if you guys could pick up the seeds and replant the plants after you're done harvesting.

Help yourself, but I really would be pleased if you guys could pick up the seeds and replant the plants after you're done harvesting.

Donations are welcome!
Put in stuff and I'll hand the hooch to my butler to hand out.