The Warmth of a Flannel Shirt Before Rudi and I headed out the door for our first mini walk (less than a mile) for the day, I knew I needed another layer. A rush of cool Canadian air greeted us as we walked out the door. I chose to grab a flannel shirt I brought home after harvest. Towards the end of harvest, Fall began to show itself with crisp mornings and the need for warmer clothes. I found...
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