“It’s a late birthday gift,” Keith said as he handed me this bright-red shirt, a good gift for someone pursing the Perennial tradition. Cato and I had just returned from our walk down the mountain to retrieve the mail, including the package. Sweet Old Lady? More Like...
Early Friday evening, on the deck of our house in Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, we dined on grilled fish over a bed of sautéed vegetables paired with a white Bordeaux. A gentle breeze stirred the warmth of spring at sunset. First-of-the-season tiger swallowtails...
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