The baby was whining, again. (Getting teeth is nasty business.) I had to take a break. “I’m going to run to Harvest Time,” I shouted to my husband as I walked out the door. Even the Sunday afternoon crush of shoppers couldn’t dampen my mood. There’s something about stacks and rows and piles of fresh … Continue reading Day 3: Harvest Time
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