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(#173) BERKELEY HORTICULTURAL NURSERY DIAMOND ANNIVERSARY |
Old Sun consumes His store at a furious pace, sweating photons by the job lot. Ninety-three million miles later, fingers of sunlight weave life on green looms from threads of hydrogen, oxygen and carbon. Mother Nature knows what she's doing, but it's not like us to leave well enough alone, so we rearrange things to suit ourselves. When you see America from the air, you are awed by the tapestry of food beneath your wings. Overwhelming wealth; it goes on forever. On a lesser scale, I have a garden about ten feet square that takes up half my pocket-handkerchief backyard. It yields up a bouquet of flowers and a salad about once a week, lemons and onions in their season, and the summer smell of tomatoes. Roses mingle with apple trees along side of the house, and we all of us together pray for rain and bees. |