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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can. henrymitchellbooks.com

War...


A groundhog has been making havoc among my tomatoes and squash. He isn't the first and probably won't be the last. I am dedicating myself to making his life unpleasant. One summer we lost an entire crop of okra to one of these little beasties.

Fortunately for the squash and tomatoes, he doesn't seem to like the taste of neem oil. We're dosing the okra, too, just in case...


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