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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch... -
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
Thank you for the evocative photo. My father grew artichokes in his garden on the bluffs near the Gualala River. Unforgettable -- the taste of a freshly picked artichoke of the variety that he grew.
ReplyDeleteI have always loved eating artichokes. I tried growing a couple in Davis a few years ago and the heat killed them both. But I have seen them in Sacramento, so WTH?
DeleteCount me among the artichoke lovers as well. I use the canned hearts quite often in cooking and the fresh ones are quite a treat.
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