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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…

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…

Fair Market Value

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Food can bring us together. This much I know. But in our neighborhood and many others like it, there’s an inexcusable divide that needs…

Food for Thought

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Forgive a hyper-local post, patient readers, but there are several events coming up in the Chattahoochee Valley that celebrate, support, and educate about farming,…

Nocino

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Nocino. The word alone evokes images of sipping something decadent while gazing across the mountains of the Emilia-Romagna. When Brad came across the description…

Project 258

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Heretofore, the Dew Abiders thought we had the market cornered on making “simple living” as complicated as possible. Such as: “We could compost these…

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,…

This bud’s for you

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Well, that was easy. We built a park. Which is to say, trees and blueberry bushes are in the ground at the little 55-by-60-foot…