Bananas


Backyard bananas




We're growing some serious bananas in our backyard.

Anybody know if these things become edible at any point???

Comments

lady godiva said…
no idea
but i know one thing
i want bananas in my back yard.
8:38 PM
Holly said…
Nice bananas!

(Can you actually say that to someone without sounding ...... well ...... phallic?!)
3:29 PM
Mick said…
You can say it to me...I'll take it as a compliment either way!

Thanks!!!
3:37 PM
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