Author: wildflowerfarm
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This Year’s Christmas Tree
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Tonight the sky is dark and it is getting much colder. Which is thrilling rather than unfortunate. The last couple of years winter pretty much skipped over us here in Massachusetts in all the ways that matter. We had no peaches. One year the Wisteria refused to bloom. Which was devastating. Those beautiful blooms and…
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Hello Beautiful
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Tragically, I got Hello Beautiful on my tablet so no photos of the book. This one was a huge hit with The Book Club. Ann Napolitano, was absolutely amazing. This book deserves awards of every kind. It is the story of a family and how it fractures and then knits itself back together. It is…
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Preparing For Winter
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Already we are lighting Old Rusty, most evenings just before dark, when the sun sinks and the night time chill wraps the it’s self around the old farmhouse like a cozy blanket. If you breathe outside in the evening you may see your breathe in the air. Since last night’s heavy rain, walking about the…
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A grand Farewell To Wildflowers
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Looking out the windows of The Night Club, I see the outside world all around me. The parched earth and it’s browning grass that earlier this year were so over saturated with rain… For what felt like the last two years the rain fell and never seemed to stopped… Eventually the cloudy skies and the…
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We Had a Visitor
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The days are already growing shorter at Wildflower. The fragrance of the wildflowers that give this farm their name, hangs in the air. It has been cooler the last couple days, less humid. We have been busy, recovering from a long illness. Getting things organized post pestilence, to get back on track after getting completely…
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Roasted Purple Potatoes with Rosemary
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Simple delicious roast potatoes. The kitchen smelled like roasting potatoes and rosemary the other night for obvious reasons. That was the side dish on the menu. Outside a three day heat wave continued to rage, throwing a thunderstorm with flashes of lightning against the darkening sky. The rumble of thunder could be felt by bare…
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The Night Club
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It finally happened! After many years of struggling to get it together, we finally built what we call The Night Club. It got it’s name one cold winter evening in February, as we were driving home towards the house and there it was, the lights bright and dancing proudly reflecting against the surrounding snow. It…
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