Dear Farm Journal,

This morning, Rufus and I found ourselves in the pickle patch, bending low and sweeping vines aside. Picklers are like asparagus in the sense that after a few weeks, I’m pretty much over picking them three to four times a week. However, the weather is cool, the sun is shining, the zinnias are in bloom with monarchs and hummingbirds hovering in the air and my companion makes me laugh… So who am I to complain? 


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