Til Dirt Do Us Part (A Local Foods Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
She finished planting the stiff-neck garlic. She harvested a dozen ripe crops, including the gold cherry tomatoes she’d take to the fair the next day. She split apart the soft-neck garlic bulbs she hadn’t braided. She selected only the fattest cloves for planting, saving the smaller ones for cooking in her own kitchen. She’d come to realize that what ended up on the farmer’s own table was never the biggest, most beautiful examples of what came out of the fields. She took the basket of cloves and a pitchfork to the field. She loosened a large bed that had held bush beans earlier in the season, so it was now rich in nitrogen from nodules on the legume roots, and covered it with several inches of finished compost. Kneeling, she pressed a clove, root side down, about an inch into the loose, rich soil. The next clove went in four inches away. She continued that way along the length and width of the bed, every clove a hand’s width from its neighbor. Preston sidled by to visit and sat on a bale of salt marsh hay to watch her work.
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