Six thirty am. Every window wide open. I turn the radio off and the house fills with bird song. Fynn lazes on…
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strawberry rhubarb
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Every year as farm stands display their first crop of local strawberries, I’m catapulted back in time. The girls were seven years…
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Rhubarb crisp after it’s been raining for days. Not a warm Spring rain, more of a stings your face because it’s so…