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Riding the old yellow Cub Cadet, I mow long rectangles around the back fields. Out in the garden, between me and the road, my husband works with the kids, tying short, thick tomato plants to their stakes with long strips of cotton. From where I sit, rattling and...
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The paper seed packet read, “Mesclun Mix” and pictured a leafy assortment of lettuces. The seeds themselves were miniscule, small balls the size of a pin’s head, little shards and spikes in a variety of colors. I shook them loose into the ground,...
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“I’m feeling the invitation to sow seeds,” I said to a friend and mentor. // Every year my husband plants the garden. The children swarm around him like insects, digging and dumping seeds and then, later, when what has been done has been done,...
