Kale. Kale. Kale.
I love you so much and you leave me so soon. It feels like yesterday when you arrived out back on our raised bed. And now you look so frail, so overly-eaten and enjoyed. It’s only a matter of time before we consume you completely and await your return in the early winter. I know we could spend our lives together. I know you grow year-round, but there’s something about you that screams “winter.” So forgive me for skipping over your summer season. Consider it an act of joy and appreciation that we feast upon you all week long!
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