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Month: March 2018

My son, the pyro

Nick had a choice. He could prune vines or go on poop patrol. He chose vine pruning. Maybe it was having a choice or having to work outside, but he faced the day cheerfully. We planned working in the yard a couple of hours and he pulled his shoes on…

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One big pile of dirt

Ten years ago in June, after months of politicking, cajoling, and wheedling, I stood out in a thundetstorm and shoveled what used to be horse manure, leaves, and tree limbs into a hole the size of a half a tennis court. Nine tons of topsoil made from these fine ingredients…

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