The Firefly for New Kinds of Flavor
As I struggle with restructuring my novel in ways both productive and difficult--my most Herculean writing task to date--Spring calls out to me like never before. This last week, I created a whole new garden with rich black earth, then troweled holes for tomatoes, peppers, strawberries and chives. The feel of the dirt on my hands and the loamy smell was invigorating, The roses were bursting ...
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