There is a frisson in the night air, and I grab a light blanket for the first time in weeks, maybe months. Be it “Blue Moons” or other celestial forces at work this week, I have been waiting for this time to arrive—the end of the summer and the beginning of the French harvest time. My orchard neighbors are at work now…
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