April Fool’s
While pushing my wheelbarrow loaded with half-frozen wood chips yesterday, across the draw and up the hill to my hoop house, I stopped to catch my breath. This notion surprised…
Read moreSomething I’ll never get used to; and a few other things besides
Gentle Readers. My emotions have been on my sleeve lately–right . . . there—see them?–next to my heart–so I am typing very carefully here, trying to not cross the line…
Read moreIt’s all about the garden: what’s going on in April at our place
I love, love, love this time of year. I want to hug spring. I’d marry spring, if I weren’t already a married woman. I might even posit that springtime is…
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