Notes from the farm
By summer, the plants are working overtime. It's a wonder we don't have as many words for green as the Inuit have for snow.
As soon as frost threatens, my brother drops everything and calls all hands to come help dig the sweet potatoes.
My favorite heirloom fruit tree nursery sent an e-mail about a sale. With scarcely a thought, I ordered a bucket of trees.
It's been too long since Christmas, and most folks wish the winter were over. But this lingering not-yet-spring is a precious time.
If a plant deprives your crop of moisture or sunlight, it's a weed. In most other situations, so-called weeds are actually doing a lot of good.
Summer’s bounty in winter
As a child, I loved to make and eat popcorn with my dad. But this rosy memory is eclipsed by the reality of the popcorn my brother grows now.
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