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Espal-yay!

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I was staring at the saplings, just two weeks in the ground. Shears in hand, I knew what I had to do. My victims…

Sound ’vision

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“Throw away your television.” That’s what everyone’s telling me. And by everyone, I mean Jenn. And Chuck Klosterman.1 And the Red Hot Chili Peppers and…

Dewster’s Millions

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After a year of living like monks, we were ready for our month-long, free-for-all, Brewster’s Millions spending spree. Or were we? As soon as…

Buy your leaf (Part 2)

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When last we left our daring adventurers, they had driven through Atlanta in possibly the city’s worst weekend of traffic. Ever. Their winding path…

Farming was sexy

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“This room is no longer well-quaffed,” said Matthew Raiford, to a room filled with 1,000 farmers and growers, mostly from Georgia. Raiford, from Brunswick,…

Dew One Thing

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After Mom died, I was appreciative but a little overwhelmed by the job and board offerings from colleagues who knew I’d have more free…

Treeson

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I swear we didn’t want to do it. Cutting down a hardwood tree was the last thing we wanted, but the water oak in…

Starter Wars

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A long time ago, in a kitchen far, far away…. Well, it was only a year ago, in truth. And the kitchen was two…