The land and I are recovering after being in the midst of an intense winter experience. Night after night the garden was bound up in frost, the cold wind tearing at the sheets of frost cloth. There is something particularly bone-chilling about winter in Florida. It soaks in through all your layers and settles over…
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Storms are coming through again. The weather turned sticky hot and then freezing again, not unusual in this strange climate where winter means windy battles of heat and ice. Anticipating the rain last week, I sowed by hand 315 lbs of rye, clover, and radish seeds all over the pastures. It took me until after…
Toadstools And Fairy Rings 