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This is the time of the year I admit my deep love of the way my hands smell after picking tomatoes. Sometimes, when there are none yet ripe to pick I simply run my hands through the vines and hold them to my face for the perfume.

Me: That’s a delicious but strong beer.

My wife: Yes it is. Good thing we’re splitting it.

Beatrix, age 14: Rolls eyes Day drinkers…

(FYI: For this and many similar reasons, we’ve begun to call her “Little Nancy Reagan”)

The last thing I need is another jacket but this one I tried on at our favorite vintage store near the cabin is 🔥. In fact, this whole fit is approaching peak Minnesota… Tempting.