Before there were savory vegetables, luscious herbs, and delicately wrought row-markers, there were two lonely plots:
Under the watchful eye of the bird-for-hire, the dirt is being monitored 'round the clock, awaiting cultivation:
All winter long, the giant metal machine enriched the soil, and now it is ready:
Are the novice gardeners up for the challenge? Can they really transform dirt into gourmet vegetables? Is democratic, collective gardening a horrible, horrible mistake?
The plots thicken.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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