This essay is part of a series on gardening. Part 1 is over here, and here is Part 2.
As a kid I never liked spring, because spring was tornado season. It’s baffling to live now in a region where thunderstorms are greeted with squeals of delight, like a fireworks display. My Seattle-born child thrills at the mention of thunder and lightning, and I envy …
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