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Sleepless with slugs

I should be in bed, but I’m sitting here listening to the rain. The windows are all wide open, even though the air is now chill and midnight long gone. Ani, ever the opportunist, demanded the back door be opened … Continue reading

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Through the wringer

I have fond memories of the mangle… and the peggy tub and posser… helping my great grandmother feed the sodden clothes through the heavy rollers on washday and seeing them come out as flattened and hard lumps of cloth. I … Continue reading

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