The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

September 20, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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A post for when it is fall and you’re turning 35 next week

At the height of summer a garden is verdant and plush, explosive with life. ┬áBut as the produce of the field grows ripe, the branches become ungainly as they droop here and there to accommodate the weight of burgeoning fruit. … Continue reading