Granddaughter of a Farmer

My grandfather was a farmer at a time with ranchers would cut a hole in a farmer’s fence to let cattle graze a new field. My grandfather said he shot a cow or two when it came through the fence. Understand, though, that he was also a great storyteller so there’s no telling whether that gem’s true.

Anyway, it’s January and I am dreaming over my seed catalogs and copies of Organic Gardening Magazine. Just opening the freezer and taking out homegrown chard, peppers, and raspberries makes me intensely happy. In full on gardening season, I am in love with vines and sprouts and soil. Really, non-gardeners think I’m a bit nuts. But you green thumbs, you understand.

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