By Imgard Khosravi. I have a memory of my grandmother’s compound in Kenya, where the grass was covered in dew that sparkled like fragments of mirrors in the sun. The sounds of the animals filled the air: the hens clucked, the sheep bleated, the birds cooed, and the cows mooed.
By Laura Villareal. My interest in seed saving as a response to the climate crisis began last summer at Oak Spring Garden Foundation. I was working on my second poetry collection which explores the power of naming and human connections to the natural world and found myself perusing Oak Spring’s library for books to spark my writing.