The last snowy gasp of winter turned the landscape white – again. It was the first week in April and despite the snow, some primitive gong went off in my head. The next thing I knew I was scrubbing and digging, caught in the early throes of my… Read More
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At winter’s end, ‘hoeing out’ a job worth doing
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At winter’s end, ‘hoeing out’ a job worth doing