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Approaching the one-year mark since the devastating October fires, I am practicing gratitude. Only last week did I have the heart to venture back to Deer Trail Road.

It’s a glorious time of year for our farmers, as they’re coming into their peak growing season. All spring and summer long they’ve been tending their late summer/fall crops, and they’re finally ready to bring them to market, in all their perfection.

100 years ago – September 12, 1918

Our shared values

The signs of autumn, which involve the gradual shutting down of summer-loving plants, are all around.

The Healdsburg Farmers’ Market is 40 years old this year. It’s been in a bunch of different locations, from an empty lot near the old train station, to its current Saturday location in the parking lot at North and Vine.

Ragle Parking

Are you ready for some football? The NFL television season opened last weekend, and the Friday Night Lights have been flipped on at many (but not all) local high school fields. All across America the sights and sounds of these pigskin rituals are marking the changing of seasons from carefree summer to earnest autumn.

Cows, pecans and oil: that’s what put food on the table when I was a child. That’s what placed basketball shoes on my feet as a youth, and that’s also what helped purchase my first car.

A few weekends ago I went antique shopping with my teen daughter and my mom. It’s something the three of us really enjoy doing together. Knick knacks of the past are cooler, better crafted and remind me of good memories and simpler times. Things just happen to find us, forgotten items, dusty and old that seem to shout “remember me, bring me home.”