The tender steely grip of the dirt
I just don’t get it. One minute I’m fed up with gardening and all its unholy dirts and pebbles; the next, I’m singing VAL-DE-RI VAL-DE-RA and strapping on my gardening gloves. I’ve got my theories, but nothing’s provable. 1. Hunger: I’m reading over Foodgawker and the several hundred carefully selected foodin’ blogs in my RSS […]
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