When the firstborn sunbeams crest the eastern horizon, I slip into my bibs and boots to lay open our covered crops, exposing them to their first full breath of photosynthesis. Wide verdant spinach leaves tip their faces toward the fresh illumination and make the most of the dwindling hours of daylight,  resilient leafy saviors for the coming months of darkness.



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