Tag: farming in winter
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Moldy Oldies
Frozen. All day yesterday my world sat like a large silent hesitant animal, softly freezing into place. Shiny and undecided. Waiting. Everything was crunchy with ice. I am leaving these gloves on the clothesline for the whole winter. I am not sure what the experiment is but we can watch them you and I. There was no…
The Kitchen's Garden 