squash blossom pizza

Since I last wrote in this blog, a lot has happened. My husband and I moved to the city and renovated a very old craftsman bungalow. It is a beautiful old home with lots of character, complete with a big yard in the back. I used to live on a hill and longed for a garden. I wanted so much to run outside and pluck some plump and delicious produce from my well tended garden, but the hill prevented these dreams. This was no minor, politely rolling hill, but a steep grade that hosted daring children in ice and snow storms. Jon rolled down the hill and lost his phone one year while trying to move the sprinkler. This hill was not going to be the home of a garden.

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