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This weekend I faced what I couldn't ignore any longer - my withered, frostbitten garden.  It was a graveyard of half-chewed butternut squash, unpicked tomatoes turned a sickly pale color, and overgrown broccoli that never seemed to reach its peak. 
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Sunday was a sunny but chilly day, and to be completely honest, what I really wanted to do was put my pajamas back on after church and pretend I was watching the Patriots game with Ethan so I could have an excuse to eat lots of chips.  But my garden was calling to me, one last time, and so I put on real pants and ventured out into the blustery November afternoon.

 

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    Deidre is a small-town Maine girl with a hearty appetite. Read more on the About Me page.

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