Outside my window, the world is a sea of green. They don’t call Seattle the Emerald City for nothing! And inside my kitchen, freshly snipped mint waits for its symphony partners: pistachio and lime. This …
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Far from the city’s dust and heat,
I get but sounds and odors sweet.
Who can wonder I love to stay,
Week after week, here hidden away,
In this sly nook that I love best—This little brown house like a …
