A field of dirt is a miraculous thing, no matter how large or small. It can produce beauty to please the eye and food to feed the hungry. My wife grew up in the thumb of Michigan among rich fields of black dirt full of pinto beans and barley and sugar beets. She now nurtures tiny “fields” of dirt around our suburban house producing much smaller, but no …
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