About Tom and Tall Clover Farm

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After years of living in some great Seattle neighborhoods, I left my teeny-tiny house in Seattle (a real-life version of the cottage I drew as a kid, complete with pointy-tip tulips of unnatural colors and spiral smoke escaping the chimney). I moved to the country, to a schedule of tides and ferries, to five acres of possibilities and a community of kind people.

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I found a gem of a house, just needing someone to provide the polish. (photo circa 1900)

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Locally, the farmhouse is known as the Peach Palace, a moniker not so much based on the fruit in the orchard or the size of the house, as much as on the paint hue that covers its frame. (One pays a price for the savings found in another person’s paint mixing mistake.) Actually the color has grown on me, and no matter what the hue, I am smitten with my home, its history and welcoming presence.

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In the orchard, my newly planted trees bend with the promise of future bounty. For now, they’re just getting settled. I grow apples, peaches, pears, persimmons, quince, berries, figs and cherries, mainly because I love to eat apples, peaches, pears, persimmons, quince, berries, figs and cherries.

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On a personal note, I’m someone who embraces the beauty of the bulldog…

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Succumbs to the power of pie…

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Contends that summer is never long enough…

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Shares his hammock…

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And sofa with bossy (and weighty) interlopers,

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Plays with his food (reprising my role as Cyrano de Raspbergerac)

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And finds  that any time his feet are walking in tall clover, it’s a good day.

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