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It’s September. I want to write about New England Asters and their gracious willingness to sprout up beside goldenrods; about gazing at them from a pond’s edge, finding endless joy in their electrifying color. I want to write about my first mouthful of buttery-bright delicata squash; or the quiet hum as homeschooling reclaims our house; […]
Chronic Hope
It’s 4 am, and I’m alone with a field of crickets outside my window screens, two dogs, one pressure canner, and 35 quarts of tomato sauce. It’s the week before Labor Day. Since 2011, I have a thing about canning tomatoes before Labor Day. It seems like we’re all learning special names that make our […]