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My father's father
was a farmer not too far from here.
Maybe that's why I feel so at home, even though I never knew either of them
and grew up in suburbs of New York. Today felt perfect. Hottest day of the
year, I helped Jarda transport this heavy steel structure for new greenhouse
so he can expand his nursery to keep up with inflation. It took 4 of us 3
hours and 2 jugs of cold draft beer to get it done, followed by a big homecooked
meal, a dip in his waist-deep pool, and then a cookout under a sky lit up
by bolts and flashes of lightning storm that passed safely just west of us.
It was timeless. As darkness fell, a flame appeared in the sky and just hung
there, drifting very slowly out of sight. None of us had ever seen anything
like it--a fittingly mysterious way to finish a magical day. This is the
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