A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

soft, damp earth near our irrigation line.

“This well has water rights dating back sixty years,” I told the appraiser, my voice shaking despite my effort to keep it steady. “You cannot value this land as if it is just empty dirt.”

“I am just doing the physical inventory, ma’am,” the appraiser said, his voice quiet and professional. continue reading …