

"In the fields we select to grow annual crops, by late spring as the soil warms I am literally surrounded by seeds, both indigenous and introduced, seeds breaking open, searching for light and nutrients. I am often overwhelmed, not uncommon for a gardener, by the force of April, or May, or June- but year after year I turn to observe and admire the visitations of wind and water, the maturation of plants, the rebirth of seeds."
Excerpt from the back cover: "...is a book for all those who have dreamed of living close to the earth- not in the wilderness, but on land within driving distance of the city or suburbs. It begins by explaining what sort of land to look for..."
As I stood in the library reading the back cover of this third book, no joke, my eyes teared up. Ridiculous, I know. But I guess that just goes to show where my heart is at the moment. That, or I didn't get enough sleep last night.
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That last book could have been written about our one acre place here in Montana!.......Ma
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