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By DIANE ROSTON

Have you heard the one where a veterinarian, an architect, and a physicist walk into a barn?

By DIANE ROSTON

I bought this hand-carved salad serving bowl years ago at a farmers market, so long ago that I don’t recall from which town. Over the years, I have filled this bowl with greens, snap peas, carrots, peppers, tossed with my home-made vinaigrette. Food...

By DIANE ROSTON

“Two boys, one hour each, 10 bucks apiece.” This was the agreement I struck with my neighbor about hiring his 5th grade son and his friend to weed my garden. Although my own children have long since left the nest, I hadn’t forgotten the raggedy...