Wildflower Farm house in the snow. Every year, this terrible thing seems to happen. I can’t put my finger on why. It makes no sense to me at all, and I don’t quite know what to do about it. So, I thought I would discuss what it is...
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Wildflower In The Mist Outside the damp is biting in the cool air. It smells of forest and mist today, dead leaves, and cold. The New England Fog, has pulled itself over the farm hanging like a large white translucent veil that obscures the view...
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Hot Chocolate The trees have grown skeletal, and the grass too has thinned out and browned some. The sky was clear today, a New England bright blue color that whispered of the cold, bright but frigid. I spent much of the day outside in the yard...
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