Like father, like daughter. Except I’m going to give hard cider a shot, and maybe later some beer, rather than wine like he makes.
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Tonight we picked the last of the peppers in the garden. The plants are still trying to flower but I doubt we’ll get much more from them. I also grabbed the only good cob of corn – we have some other, smaller ones on the stalks still, but they’re not…
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I can’t believe we’re at the end of September already. Wasn’t just yesterday the end of August? Where has the time gone? This month has felt so busy, and an October slow down feels absolutely necessary. I need time to settle down and refocus. I’ve not spent a lot of…
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In this tiny little recipe book I have a secret little treasure that I love so very, very much. That, my friends, is a recipe for zucchini bread, written in my great-grandmother’s own handwriting. That woman was such a baker. She had some of the most amazing recipes, and every year…
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A traveling knitter will always find yarn. If that’s not already a law of knitterly nature it damn well should be. Give me a new place to visit and I’ll find the nearest yarn store, and then make you go along with me while I splurge a bit and snag…
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Two cameras worth of photos to edit, which is very… boring. All those shots of the lake? They all end up looking the same after a while. I know there was a reason for taking all those photos, but perhaps next time I’ll remember that just a few is perfectly…