Community gardens throw a cross-section of people cheek-to-cheek, shovel-to-shovel, on a continual, regular basis. There’s bound to be some issues.
Documenting women in agriculture through photography.
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, “Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, “It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever seen.”
In our new feature, Farm Confessional, we talk to agricultural workers whose stories often aren’t told. This week: a 40-year-old migrant farm worker based in Madera, California.
Until 1989, turkeys sent to the White House for Thanksgiving usually suffered a different fate.
Does anyone know anything about male versus female pine cones?
Now that I’m working so much in an office for the winter, I have very little opportunity to be up close and personal with the change in seasons from fall to winter. I miss watching the landscape and weather change from day to day. So I’ll have to watch it from afar, feeling like an outsider who has a jaunt every week or so into nature. Doesn’t this look like it’d make the best little feather bed for a beetle?
Now that I’m in a business class and working to start a small business of my own, I’m paying more attention where the money is. It’s lots of places, but not all of those folks want to invest in urban agriculture. But SLoFIG does!
Holy moly! Check out this sale!