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The delicate fragrance of the tasseling garden corn lingered invitingly in the evening air as we prepped the flocks for bedtime. During the day, other more robust scents dominated, but that evening held a bit of magic, hinting at the sweet, butter-dipped goodness to come. I enjoy my yard (when my backside isn't stuck by a computer). 20+ years of planting, building, digging, and experimenting has created something truly unique. It's messy, but you just never know what you'll run into. For...
As I stepped onto the deck to bring the cat food dish in for the night, I noticed we had an unexpected but welcome guest in the outdoor water bowl - a grey tree frog. I wasn't 100% percent certain my velvet-skinned friend could easily get back out on its own, so I scooted a finger underneath to give it a boost up to the edge of the container. After it departed, I gave the cats some fresh, non frog-flavored water. It's been so painfully dry this summer that the nightly frog songs have quieted...
Her hands were wide and strong, with short fingernails and a dusting of age spots along the base of the thumb. "You've got man hands!" she'd been told in a comment. Truth be told, they did look a little rough at the moment, with a lacework of fine scratches from a marathon of squash bug hunting. The garden was not happy with the dry conditions, and stressed plants were a beacon to pests, which meant more work for the gardener. But those same rough hands could gently comfort a child, create...