Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
I've had this nursery rhyme in my head since we first planted the herb garden. Here is the actual meaning.
“There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.” -John Updike

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| The flowers we brought for Cyndy, they ended up being the centerpiece of the table. |
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| The potatoes Au Gratin, the dressing (that is what you call stuffing not in the bird), yams, and the green bean casserole. |
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| The amazing and beautiful turkey platter! |