A Word from the Worm Farmer

I wasn’t born in a barn but was certainly raised in my grandparent’s vegetable gardens. Lunch was often a stop in the strawberry patch. Grandpa did his best teaching me to measure carrot seeds with a ruler, straight rows strung with string and whittled wood markers.  The bounty came in fall, as the canning jars …

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