“It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.” So says every serious kitchen gardener come September. The tiny seeds we planted and nursed as seedlings are now parents themselves, the evidence of our joint labors heralded by vines and trellis, rows and fields, all full of fruits and roots and flowers; the hard work of planting and caring for our vegetable children overshadowed by the much…
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