In the late afternoon, Rain Lily Farm is a magical place. The sun dips down behind the rows, staining the sky purple. Butterflies and bees are busy getting the last of the day’s nectar from chamomile and borage flowers, and Read on!
My grandmother, a staunch conservationist and environmentalist way before it was cool, was also the most frugal person I ever knew. Famous for birthday cards that didn’t open–“Happy Birthday to a Girl Who’s . . . “–once you tear the Read on!