The heavy clods of mud weighed down our shovels, and the piles of uprooted plants flattened the rubber tires on the garden carts as we hauled them through the rain-soaked field. I banged my shovel against a rock to loosen the lumpy soil, and then paused to look over the once-lush hayfield, now a hodge-podge of repositioned, end-of-season plantings, wilting from the shock of that unceremonious cart ride.... Read more
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