Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem

Greens in Winter Stiff edged leaves want to stick fingers, prick them if unaware of their nature.   Winter has left us bereft, for years we knew what to expect. But now,   farmers throw their hands out to the fields, then up to the skies. When precipitation   makes some states quake, ours is… Continue reading Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem