The house closed on Wednesday after all, two days too late for my overwhelmed immune system. I took a truckload full of stuff to the closing and started moving in immediately afterward, coughing and sneezing and wheezing.
I took the tape off the vintage refrigerator, turned it on and opened it up. I think it's the same age as the house. The fridge still works, sort of. The freezer gave up the ghost years ago, which is ironic, considering how much frozen blueberries, peaches, pesto and other garden bounty I have in the freezer at my place in the country. (Yeah, it sounds way weird to say, "my place in the country.")
This Summer's Surprising Abundance
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