by Holly Morgan
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These vegetables were grown miles from our home by a woman who had a grandchild the same time I had Fern. At the apple orchard they will pull out a pocket knife and slice an apple for Bodhi to feed the goats near the barn. Our weekend coffee stop is at the cafe where Michael and I were married.I had been taking for granted the privilege and additional value of being a “regular” at some of my local businesses and markets. Exchanging familiarities, watching families grow, sharing favorite recipes, and showing up in a way that supports each other’s livelihood. These vegetables were grown miles from our home by a woman who had a grandchild the same time I had Fern. At the apple orchard they will pull out a pocket knife and slice an apple for Bodhi to feed the goats near the barn. Our weekend coffee stop is at the cafe where Michael and I were married. Businesses, and PEOPLE who truly are an integrated part of our lives. Get to know/support your neighborhood farmers, baristas, shop owners, etc.
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