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Here we are, right smack in the middle of August. Can you believe that? It seems like yesterday that summer was just starting and we thought those long, lovely days were endless. Now they have become time limited and precious. I’m seeing late-summer signs all around me. The goldenrod and Jap…

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I love this time of year. We work so hard in the spring with nothing but faith and hope that these days will come. We are finally eating, canning and freezing things from the garden, getting ready for the second cutting of hay, picking peaches and making jam, eating fresh sweet corn and maki…

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It’s interesting how years change one’s perspective. When I was a child, we had a huge garden and my mother canned just about everything that grew in it. We kids were expected to help keep the garden hoed and weeded, then help with the canning when the plants started to produce. I remember s…

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Last weekend, we attended John’s annual family reunion. People come from all over the country for the event. Family reunions have become rather unusual in this day and age, but his had something especially unusual about it. People of all ages were talking to each other, enjoying an incredibl…

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It has been a lovely week to live on a farm. For starters, it was the first time this year that we had four days in a row without rain. While John was getting in the hay that he has been trying to cut for a month, I was churning butter and making cherry jam. The garden is growing, the flower…