K all those foodies who go on? about first freshness and all that? and I and you gag? Well I take it back.
Wee as it was, this little salad, from my teensy way late raised bed, oh my. That little yellowy-orangey tomato finished finishing off my childish childhood aversion to tomatoes raw – so sweet. Radishes, mesclun, snap peas, ah.
WILLIAM LOGAN.
THIS IS WHAT THE RED WHEELBARROW DEPENDS ON.
YES I HAVE THE WORDS IN THE MEANT ORDER.
READ THIS PLEASE TO SAVE US ALL.
The Art of Compost 