My mother once passed around a photo of a toddler in a muddy springtime garden, mouth full of dirt, fingers gingerly lifting an earthworm to taste. For years my brothers taunted me – Wanda the Worm Eater. Decades on I’m still caught by the spell of thawing earth, and the hidden, mysterious workings down below. It’s March. The allées in the vineyard are suddenly bursting with clover and wildflowers, a godsend for the first pollinators. But the real showstopper: entire parcels of spring onions. I asked the farmer who planted them. No one, they grow wild. When he was a […]
Daily Archives: March 12, 2014
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