‘Tis a gift to be simple, ‘tis a gift to be free…
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The other day, a friend wrote to thank me for the flower press she had received…
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It all started with my reading Eliot Coleman’s Four Season Gardener…
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It all began with you, Kathryn, when you gifted me with some of the most beautiful cards that you had made, all wrapped, bundled, and tied with ribbon. These hand-made gifts that harbored your treasures from the last season always seemed to help me accept the dwindling light that accompanies winter solstice in Maine.
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