Two years ago today, I was driving across the country, from Corvallis, Oregon to Albany, New York. It took me 8 days to go the ~3000 miles, from about the 10th of September to the 19th. Slow because I stopped in Colorado and Cleveland to visit with friends. Plus, since my car doesn't have cruise control, anything more than about 500 miles a day was just painful. I hadn't started my job, hadn't seen the property that is my house, didn't have dogs, cats or chickens. Two years ago I was a city person.
One month ago, tomorrow, the goats died. It seems longer ago than that.
Over the year and a half-ish that I've been blogging, I've shown pictures of various things in the back of my car. Once it was a spinning wheel, once it was a chainsaw. A few times it was flowers on their way to work. I won't go as far as to say that a snapshot of the back of my car is like a snapshot of my life at that point, but sometimes it seems that way.
Here's what's in the back of my car now.
This Summer's Surprising Abundance
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