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Saturday |
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My
father's father was a farmer not too far
from here.
Maybe that's why I feel so at home, even
though I never knew either of them and grew
up in suburbs of New York. Today felt
perfect. Hottest day of the year, I helped
Jarda transport this heavy steel structure
for new greenhouse so he can expand his
nursery to keep up with inflation. It took 4
of us 3 hours and 2 jugs of cold draft beer
to get it done, followed by a big homecooked
meal, a dip in his waist-deep pool, and then
a cookout under a sky lit up by bolts and
flashes of lightning storm that passed
safely just west of us. It was timeless. As
darkness fell, a flame appeared in the sky
and just hung there, drifting very slowly
out of sight. None of us had ever seen
anything like it--a fittingly mysterious way
to finish a magical day. This is the life I
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