They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

and stretch meals. They ate beans, cornbread, and whatever vegetables she coaxed from Rachel’s garden.

Still, the trees grew.

Slowly. Stubbornly. Their roots reached down. Their branches thickened. Their needles caught snow that would otherwise have blown clean into the ditch. In spring, the grass between the rows came up greener than the exposed pasture continue reading …