Clara Vance Fights for Her House with Four Simple Evening Foods

where the old tomato vines had withered to dry brown stalks. The air smelled of damp earth and decaying leaves, the natural scent of the season turning toward winter.

“We need to get these bulbs in before the ground freezes solid next week,” Martha said, kneeling on a blue foam pad.

I reached down, bending my knees fully to squat beside the soil. There continue reading …