Nov 14, 2009 18:02
i just spent the afternoon pitchforking and wheelbarrowing mulchy manure on a community farm locked in on three sides by sun-streaked grasses and flowerless wildflower stalks as high as my shoulders and on a fourth side by old worn wooden dairy barns and a pond across the road.
why didn't i know three years ago that the southeastern michigan land conservancy existed?
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