One of my strongest memories of my nanna is her knitting. She was very good and made many a jumper, cardigan, and beanie for my sister and me when we…
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Ch-ch-ch-changes
If this interaction was face-to-face, I would be sidling awkwardly into the room, avoiding eye contact and mumbling incoherently in greeting.
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Saturday morning
This morning, I went outside to check on the strawberries. Five or six ready for picking, a few needing more sun before they become ruby red. I sat down on…
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