My grandmother was an example of what our Lakota relatives mean when they say that an elder is more than just an old person. Her wisdom was the product of a life lived deeply, rather than merely lived a long… Continue Reading
When I was seven, I saved my first tomato seed. It was a big deal for me — the beginning of my “formal” gardening education. While savoring a perfectly ripe tomato I had pilfered from the vine, I developed the… Continue Reading
My grandmother was a superb gardener. Her neighbor, Mildred, who knew her well, thought Grandma had some sort of magical powers. But then Mildred got her advice from her cat, so who can know for sure? One thing is certain, Grandma could… Continue Reading
I recall reading a few years back the tragic tale of a man found dead among his cabbages from a self-inflicted overdose of pesticides, so passionate was his commitment to defeating the insects in his garden. I expect that, to… Continue Reading
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