as we toured monticello, the idyllic home of thomas jefferson, one detail consumed my thoughts. this was a man was faithful to his calling, and he knew how to honor that. …
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we all know it’s fall, and since i’m crunching leaves like a happy little girl for my first up-north autumn in tooooooo long, i’m of course pumpkin crazy. i don’t care…
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i couldn’t help but capture the golden kernels, ripened to sugary sweetness by the sun, then turned hard and finally putrid. it went uneaten. no one will enjoy the pop of…