Confetti

Someone is having a party. Confetti tossed all over my yard. Tiny gems of red, green, and gold. Gifts from our Tallow tree.

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Shaking Things Up

My dad was a baker.  Not in any official capacity mind you, but when he wasn’t tending the animals on our small family farm in Vermont, you would find him in the kitchen baking bread, and pies, and donuts.

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