While useful and inevitable, first impressions can be misleading.
Take me, for example. I’m 5’6″. Blond. Never leave the house without earrings. And the other day, I was up to my elbows in well-rotted horse manure.
I’ve gardened since I could toddle (if you can call picking fistfuls of green beans and immediately stuffing them in your mouth gardening), but it wasn’t until recently that I realized how few Americans have ever known the sweet crunch of a green bean straight off the vine, and how much help the American agricultural system needs…
