I've had a desire lately to treat you like a penpal, sending occasional notes that are more letter than article. More connection than information. Imagine this arriving by post and read it with tea!
∙ Paid
It’s snowing. Big, sticky, snowball flakes that seem to belie last week’s warmth.
But looking out the back window, the tidy garden attests to the sweater-free days of late March. I had grabbed my gardening gloves and sheers and marched out the back door burgeoning with hope (as one often does on the first warmish day of spring). The garden was what it s…
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