“Living alone had made me sensitive. When Will was still at the farm, I didn't differentiate the scent of wild fennel from that of slowly ripening blackberries or notice how cloud patterns changed from season to season. I didn't scan… — Louisa Morgan Copy Share Image
“Living alone had made me sensitive. When Will was still at the farm, I didn't differentiate the scent of wild fennel from that of… — Louisa Morgan Copy Share Image
“At the last market of the season I still had produce to sell. My pumpkin vines had flourished, so I could lay out eighteen… — Louisa Morgan Copy Share Image
