Summary
I write this column on a darkly wild November afternoon. Michael and I have just come inside after buttoning up the yard for winter. The purple Adirondack chair, the cast-iron birdbath and the rain barrels have all been carted down to the basement; the box by the fireplace has been filled with wood from the pile near the kitchen door. The carrots have been pulled and cleaned before the garden is put to bed. I'm content to know our freezer and larder are stuffed with vegetables, berries, jam and meat.
I spend a happy half-hour relocating quilts, flannel pajamas, hats, mittens and woolen scarves to the front of the closet shelves, then fill the crockpot with sliced apples. When I take the peelings out to the compost bin, the driving rain stings my face and the wind chills me to the bone. I hurriedly return to the kitchen and can't get the teakettle going fast enough.See the full content of this document
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Out of a Storm Comes a 'Dynamic Duo'
I like to think we are much better prepared for this season than we were last year. I certainly don't want a repeat of last November ...
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