Field Notes Fall Garden Work (on the Lily Farm)

A friend sent this text the other day,  “can I be honest u need to write more about gardening n less about strolling w old guys.” Just like that; he didn’t wait for me to answer the can i be honest part….. But here goes.  What I do in the dirt is a friggin’ lot…

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We Built a Barn with Daddy’s Wood

Daddy left barns full of wood. Last night, I slept on the screen porch, totally surround by him. The barns are a source of frustration for me. Messy, sliding, tumbling, old boards might have been stacked one day. Now they’re an inefficiently, stored reminder that he’s not here for them and that I can’t do…

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