Comments for: Growing broccoli is like hunting quail

When I was a boy – I’m going back 45 years here – I hunted bobwhite quail with my father and our English setter, Priscilla. Every Saturday from November to February, we followed Prissy through South Georgia cornfields, sometimes just the two of us, more often with one… Read More
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