We are still finding plump black plums, dusky purple Italian plums and mottled red-pink pluots at the Saturday farmers’ market. I can’t stop buying them– I know when the market packs up for the season in a few weeks, I will have to face a winter without stone fruit. 469 more words
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Sometimes things don’t have to be complicated.
Like chores. With our youngest going to college locally this semester household chores somehow got into a boondoggle. Then came the chore wheel and the quagmire of who was supposed to do what evaporated as the house settled into a clean (or as clean as we get) routine. 1,100 more words