I’m back in the garden after my very brief writing sabbatical and the soil gives me the most wholesome kind of welcome between the toes. We harvest orders, pull weeds, plant flint corn, put up insect tape, and take the waves of heat in stride. At the end of the workday, Rufus and I take off for a mini vacation. Rufus planned a little trip to the Trempealeau Hotel and Lake Wazee, just a one day jaunt to get off the farm and pause to celebrate our whirlwind first year of marriage. I’m ready to jump in the water with my love.

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