Tag Archives: The Fallen

Wet and Humid

I’m not a fan of humidity. When we left the Midwest, I thought I’d said goodbye to it, but global warming had other thoughts. So, here I am gardening in NH, and the humidity has been up in the 80-95% … Continue reading

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, … Continue reading

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