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To everything there is a season

It starts with purple and white violets and bluets and unnamed tiny yellow flowers defying winter in our woods, then progresses way too fast through pink wild geranium, white fleabane, magenta redbuds, white dogwood if it’s a good season, and suddenly, Queen Anne’s lace and the lavender blue of chicory that signals full-blown summer... »

My mother’s china

When I was a little girl, I didn’t appreciate my mother’s china – or her crystal, or the drop-leaf mahogany table where I inevitably got stuck with a leg in front of me at dinner parties. But now, I wish I could tell her that those two or three times a year when we have... »