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Welcome May (but really we are two weeks in...)

I started this post exactly two weeks ago, with a mere title. The last few weeks have
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Welcome May (but really we are two weeks in...)

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See ya April - Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out.

Actually, I hope it slams you in your miserable ass. I turned 41 in April. We had
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See ya April - Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out.

Alix in her garden on our farm. She loves to plant and grow edible flowers.
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Happy Almost May

Before you start to type in a post on Wordpress, there is a blinking "What is on
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Happy Almost May

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As the World Burns

I made it a personal vow to keep away from the news for the last two months.
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As the World Burns

Medina Welcomes Wine About Winter

Cold temperatures and dozens of bottles of wine can only mean one thing…it’s time for the Medina Business Association’s Wine About Winter event!  As the popularity for this event remains high, we’ve been told that tickets sold out – again.  That means between VIP and regular admission, 850 people will hit the streets of

The Secret is OUT: The Shirt Factory is OURS!

As of this morning, Medina’s Shirt Factory Cafe changes hands and a dream of ours is finally realized!  Yes, Medina, the rumor mill was active over the last few months and all of you that guessed that the changing of the guard somehow involved us – you were right.   About a

We’ve Been Keeping a Secret…

It’s no joke that we’ve been preoccupied lately; our regular posts have become more weekly, and my camera has sat neglected in my bag.  But we are devious little children over here on Fox Cross, and our scheming and absence on DC Minute is for good reason. We promise.  The good news?

Guess Who Was NOT Invited to Dinner…

Part of me hesitated to ever write this post. In fact, at dinner last night with our good friends, Scott tried to prompt me to tell this story, and I did the equivalent of kicking him under the table – the “I’m going to kill you if you say another word” stare

Ode to the (LOST) Date Night

  Where are the date nights of our past? Ay, Where are they?     Think not of them, thou hast thy farm and goats —  While friends of old are playing in the city of yesterday,     And touch the white-clothed table, champagne bubbles afloat                     

Reflect and Resolve

It’s been a really hard week. I’m not comparing to others’ personal plights, I’ve just had a few of my own. The week has been a stifling one – sick in bed, alone in the farmhouse, and all of that solitude has afforded me much too much time to think.  Whereas the