In the morning, when I left, there was nothing but a brown field. When I looked again, in the afternoon, a thin green carpet had come up through the soil.
Something from nothing: this is the joy of conspiring with nature.
In the morning, when I left, there was nothing but a brown field. When I looked again, in the afternoon, a thin green carpet had come up through the soil.
Something from nothing: this is the joy of conspiring with nature.