In the 90 degrees plus heat, the garden keeps putting out sustenance. Tonight I harvested a handful of bright purple string beans, a handful of basil, two scallions and three cherry tomatoes, mixed in some feta balsamic dressing and yum. That is one of the virtues of the garden, the freshest of the world's food at my fingertips.
Seeing Michele Obama's garden on the South Lawn almost made me weep. It is small but it there, an outward and visible sign that food comes from the earth and not merely from styrofoam sleeves in the supermarket.
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