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Pallet cleanser

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It’s the first week of actual quarantine, in March, when cars aren’t on the road much and the world is deliciously quiet. It’s weird….

Good Fences

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It’s not the first question everyone asks us about our farm. It’s the second one. The first is, “What are you going to grow?”…

Wine and dandy

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“Peapods,” says Kelly Coyne, pausing for emphasis. We’d just told her and her husband, Erik Knutzen, about making wine with peapod hulls. “It’s just…

Broken things

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I was a cheap bastard, even when I made a living wage. This won’t surprise any of the coworkers from my careers in marketing…

Just a-Swingin’

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There are miserable things about living in the South. I’m not talking about racism and poverty, which are everywhere. (I’ve got a couple of…

Pea Shell, My Belle

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I’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…

Hard: Wood Floors

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It takes a lot to make this grown man cry. When our party of five watched the (Mister) Fred Rogers documentary “Won’t You Be…

Jenn-yard

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Eighty-seven pictures of medallions, set in stone, hammered in metal, or painted in fresco. It didn’t matter if they were on the streets of…

Knock on Wood

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If there were any questions about my latent adolescence, they’ve been pounded away with the mallet I’ve been using to install hardwood flooring. Whatever…