By LYNNE IRONS How is it even possible that the weeds have already overtaken my gardens? You have to admire them. They get pulled, cut,...
By LYNNE IRONS
By LYNNE IRONS The other day on the radio, they were discussing the rising cost of rice and how it is affecting a great deal of the world’s...
chickens
By LYNNE IRONS Nothing can revive a guy Quite like a piece of rhubarb pie Serve it up Nice and hot maybe things aren’t as...
By LYNNE IRONS I was considering taking a garden hoe to my attic last week. The weatherman predicted four days of rain and I figured it was...
pansy drawing by Seniel Seward
By LYNNE IRONS I love Easter. Not only is church filled to capacity, but it is the real turning point between winter and spring. It doesn’t...
By LYNNE IRONS It is an uphill climb from every direction to my hometown of Rew. It is one of the highest points in the state of...
factories
Prudy Burt sent me this little poem. She said it came on a mug that Heidi Schmidt brought her from England. Let the wealthy and great...
By Lynne Irons> There is nothing like carefree youth. While driving near the Tisbury School, I saw a young boy with a broken foot on...

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