If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
Eva, my three year old, and I spent this past weekend at the family homestead. We packed up Friday morning and made the five hour trek across Minnesota to the eastern plains of the South Dakota prairie. Waiting for us were fields of freshly tilled dark earth, young seedlings firming their roots into the earth, and welcoming arms strong from spring planting. We found garlic fields inching toward the sky by the day and peas and turnips and beets content to drink up moisture by the minute, ever anxious to grow into their full potential. Life on the farm picks up speed as the month of May winds down. Summer is coming.
Hillside Prairie Gardens, the family farm, has been in operation for upwards of 30 years, but in the last few things…
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