Wild Gardens of Lemuria

 
Here in Laramie, at 7200 feet of elevation, summer’s end comes early. Already the days grow cooler, and soon we will have our first frost and golden aspen and cottonwoods. You can already smell woodsmoke on the evening air, and folks are covering up their tomato plants or bringing in the ones growing in pots [...]

The little girl was kneeling in the dirt of the vacant lot, poking holes in it with a stick, and dropping a button into each hole, patting the dirt back over it afterwards. Poke, drop, pat…poke, drop, pat…poke, drop, pat… She was a thin brown child, with fine brown hair tangling around her head. Her [...]

My cousin Robert and I walked down the sandy dirt road. It was right after lunch, and since we couldn’t go swimming again for an hour by our parents’ decree - a lifetime to lively 10 year olds during summer vacation - we had changed out of our swimming suits and gone for a walk.Robert [...]

Mrs. Roberts had always had a garden. It had always been a well loved, well tended garden. She said that gardening was good for the soul. She weeded, mulched, fed and watered her garden. She also sang to it. She liked old folk songs best, but she threw in a lively hymn or two sometimes. [...]