Jane Johnson
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Cold-Plunging Cows
What do cold-plunging cows, the Winter Olympics and National Parks have in common? You might be surprised. Last Saturday, I was on a group bike ride in Jefferson County, a rural community east of Tallahassee. It’s a great place to… Continue reading
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Spring Matters
I normally take the transition from one season to the next in stride, making the traditional adjustments to accommodate changes in the weather (summer clothes out, winter clothes in, e.g.) and then moving forward with the regular routines of my… Continue reading
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Return to “Best in Show”
I was happy to help set up for the American Camellia Society’s regional show in Tallahassee again this year (and secretly thankful I hadn’t been banned from volunteering after accidentally knocking over a few vases last year!) As I wrote… Continue reading
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Shelter from the Cold
During the several-month period before our chickens began laying eggs, I started researching whether there were any telltale indicators I should be looking for to let me know it was time (yes, I was very impatient for eggs). One of… Continue reading
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The Tree of Forgiveness
Drought, freezing temperatures and disease have taken a major toll on the citrus trees in our backyard. Where four healthy orange trees once stood tall and strong, bursting with fragrant white blossoms every spring and delicious fruit every winter –… Continue reading
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The Little Tree in the Woods
There is a thick stretch of unruly shrubs, mixed with small and large trees that sprawls between the back of our property and our neighbors’ yard. The untamed growth is dense enough to provide a wall of privacy for us… Continue reading
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Best in Show
For some southern gardeners, cultivating, growing and showing camellias is serious business. I am not one of those gardeners, but my friend Sarah Williams is. So last January, when Sarah asked me and some friends to help with the set-up… Continue reading
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It’s Not About the Eggs
I finally found an egg. I lifted the lid of the nesting box in our chicken coop last Saturday, and it was there. Perfectly shaped, light brown, and still warm. I gasped – then looked around to see who had… Continue reading









