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The Summer feels like a Death.
I pour into my chair in the Summer house and ironically find refuge from the heat.
A slight breeze rustles through the grape vine and it brings discussions of dolmades and food preservation and it is lively. 497 more words
This year most of my veggies will be travelling only 24.4 km from a sustainable, local, organic, family farm to my dinner plate. I met the lady who grows my food at the local Farmer’s Market and signed up to be part of their vegetable box program. 491 more words