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Dateline NBC
Survivors' haunting texts in Idaho. Questions for a New York prosecutor. And a spring break mystery.
If the Menendez brothers at some point unequivocally, sincerely and fully accept complete responsibility for all their criminal actions, Acknowledge that the self-defense defense was phony and their parents weren't going to kill them the night of August 20th when they murdered them in cold blood.
Dateline NBC
Survivors' haunting texts in Idaho. Questions for a New York prosecutor. And a spring break mystery.
District Attorney's Office will reconsider whether or not we would want to go forward with a resentencing motion.
Dateline NBC
Survivors' haunting texts in Idaho. Questions for a New York prosecutor. And a spring break mystery.
Is there anything that you'd like to add to this statement? I hope to catch it.
Dateline NBC
Survivors' haunting texts in Idaho. Questions for a New York prosecutor. And a spring break mystery.
I wonder, I mean, do we think she would ever talk? Would we be interested in that?
Dateline NBC
Survivors' haunting texts in Idaho. Questions for a New York prosecutor. And a spring break mystery.
I'm just talking to William who's here watering the plants and he is not happy with it.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We had mud boots and packets of seeds and a clear, sunny Saturday to begin our garden. We planned to meet at the allotment in the mid-morning and start to turn over the soil. The day was bright and warming, and stepping out of the car, I could smell the clean scent of freshly tilled earth. We found our plot.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
sketched out in the soil with stakes and string, shook hands with the neighbors, tucked our hair into bandanas, and got to work. The soil was tilled and soft, but still needed to be evened out, and we broke up clumps of dirt with hands and hoes. We consulted our charts and walked off the sections. Here we'd plant the herbs, basil and oregano, lavender and rosemary, sage and thyme.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Here we'd plant runner beans and green beans. Here, rows of lettuce. Here, tomato plants. In the back row, we'd have a line of sweet corn, a section of zucchini, a few broccoli plants, cabbage, cucumbers, and a small section of potatoes. We weren't sure about the potatoes. They seemed tricky. But we'd done our reading and had a container of cut seed potatoes ready to go in.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Growing anything, I supposed, was a gamble, an act of faith. That rain would come. That sun would shine. that the natural processes buried in the cells of our seeds and seedlings would activate and pollinate. It seemed worth the gamble, meriting the faith to try. So we dug trenches, spaced our seeds and plants, and carefully padded the earth down around them.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
By the time the sun was high above us, we'd shed our jackets and our faces were smudged with dirt. I stood to stretch my back and saw my friend, her hands on her hips, looking out at the work we'd done. Ready for a break, I called out. Yes, please, she said, stepping carefully through the rows to wash her hands at the spigot.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
I'd packed us a basket for lunch, and we carried it over to a picnic table and opened it up. I had a thermos of earl grey tea, still hot and a little sweet, I'd made a mess of sandwiches, thick slices of sourdough, spread with spicy mustard, and a tasty mix I'd made of mashed garbanzos, soft avocado, diced cucumbers and pickles, tahini, a bit of dill and lemon, and plenty of salt and pepper.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
I'd layered it on the bread with sprouts and tomato slices and wrapped them in tea towels.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
It was more than we could eat. but I'd planned to use the extra to make some friends. In fact, a few minutes after we spread out lunch, the family from the next plot over sat down to share our table. They unpacked their own basket, and we chatted about our seeds as we ate.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
They'd been planting in the garden for years and promised to offer advice as the season progressed. They poured us some of their lemonade and happily took some date bars, and then we all got back to work.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
would eventually need cages and stakes and strings to hold them up. By the end of the summer. We stood and proudly admired what we'd done. We'll have vegetables coming out of our ears in a few months, she said.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
The next great adventure. Sweet dreams.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Now, it's time to switch off the light and set aside anything you've been looking at. We're getting ready to sleep, so settle yourself into the most comfortable position you can find. Draw the comforter up over your shoulder and feel the softness of the sheets at your skin. Sometimes it even helps to simply say to yourself, I'm about to fall asleep and I'll sleep deeply all night.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Good. Spring at the allotment. When I'd first seen the flyer, snow was still on the ground.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Plots available. It was decorated with someone's hand-drawn flowers and baskets of vegetables.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
A few days later, when a friend was sitting at my kitchen table for a cup of coffee, I'd pulled it out, and we'd made a plan.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
and we figured our zeal would fill in the gaps of our knowledge. We divvied up the work. She'd go to the library and get us a few books on what was best to grow in this part of the world.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We'd both root around for gloves and rakes, spades and shears and loppers.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We had mud boots and packets of seeds and a clear, sunny Saturday to begin our garden. We planned to meet at the allotment in the mid-morning and start to turn over the soil.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Here we'd plant the herbs, basil and oregano, lavender and rosemary, sage and thyme. Here we'd plant runner beans and green beans.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We weren't sure about the potatoes. They seemed tricky.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
By the time the sun was high above us, we'd shed our jackets and our faces were smudged with dirt.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
I'd packed us a basket for lunch, and we'd carried it over to the picnic table and opened it up. I had a thermos of earl grey tea, still hot and a little sweet,
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
I have Waiting for You, a tried and true method for falling peacefully to sleep. I'll tell you a bedtime story in which nothing much happens. You'll listen and let your mind rest on my words and voice. And before we get much further, you'll be asleep. I'll tell the story twice, and the second time through will be a little bit slower.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
I'd layered it onto the bread with sprouts and tomato slices and wrapped them in tea towels.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
It was more than we could eat, but I'd planned to use the extra to make some friends. In fact, a few minutes after we spread out the lunch, the family from the next plot over sat down to share our table. They unpacked their own basket, and we chatted about our seeds as we ate.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
They'd been planting in the garden for years and promised to offer advice as the season progressed. They poured us some of their lemonade and happily took some date bars. And then we all got back to work.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We stood and proudly admired what we'd done. We'll have vegetables coming out of our ears in a few months, she said. I guess we'd better learn how to can, I laughed. The next great adventure. Spring at the allotment. When I'd first seen the flyer, snow was still on the ground. I had been coming out of my neighborhood market, a bag of groceries in my arms, and seen it pinned to a bulletin board.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
Community Garden. Plots available.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
and fumbled it into my pocket.
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
We, each of us, had a few hand-me-down garden tools, and just a little bit of experience. But we also had a deep yen for becoming successful gardeners, and we figured our zeal would fill in the gaps of our knowledge. We divvied up the work. She'd go to the library and get us a few books on what was best to grow in this part of the
Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Spring at the Allotment (Encore)
and I'd have a long talk with my green-thumbed grandfather and borrow his almanac and seed catalogs. We'd both root around for gloves and rakes, spades and shears and loppers.
The Daily Show: Ears Edition
Elon's Email Ultimatum, French Accent Diplomacy, Feet Stuff | Wendi McLendon-Covey
Two heads of state. blocked in an eternal conflict. Their hands struggle from the palm to the nails. What do the hands do? They pull. They grip. They push back. But the hands can also join together. Hands that are tense. That touch me. Play the end.
The Dan Bongino Show
Why Trump's Tariff War Actually Makes Sense | Episode 16
He acted quickly. Harsh policies were framed as necessary for protection, for security, for the good of the people.
You're Dead to Me
The Arts and Crafts Movement: William Morris and his circle
And he tells her that she will be sent to France as a secret agent. She will work undercover and if she is caught, she's going to be shot.
You're Dead to Me
The Arts and Crafts Movement: William Morris and his circle
And he tells her that she will be sent to France as a secret agent. She will work undercover and if she is caught, she's going to be shot.
You're Dead to Me
The Arts and Crafts Movement: William Morris and his circle
And he tells her that she will be sent to France as a secret agent. She will work undercover and if she is caught, she's going to be shot.