
A Soup for My Soul
I want that soup. How I want that soup.
I am 5 again. It’s a cloudy spring day, and I’m following my grandfather to the field across from my house. It rained last night,
I knew of the spruce trees first.
When life gets crazy, we turn to food to cope
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; They are sunshine, food, and medicine for the soul.
We lose about 1.05 million hives every year.
The long-term future of Gallatin Valley agriculture is not a given.
Kale salad and black coffee. What a distinctly Jerry order, anyone who knew him would say.