The ordinary red tomato doesn't talk much about its colorful relatives -- the green, the orange, and the purplish varieties -- that could give it a run for its money. Conservative red tomato, it's time to get an agent!
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Lone tree goes to town
Previously we considered why a large, ancient tree might be found in the middle of a field, and the perspective it brings to us when it does. Now let's visit some urbanized field trees, and see what they can teach us about the passage of time.
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The sound of a single tree
A solitary field tree is one of those rare pleasures that cannot adequately be experienced in the proper way -- thoughtfully, and alone -- without trespassing. But to do so where they are still accessible is to encounter a vibrant and sociable spirit, ready with countless prods to the imagination.
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Roundabout ways
Driving had long been a settled science, but the roundabout seems to be throwing a lot of us for a loop. How can something be hated and loved at the same time? Perhaps it's a matter of design.
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The meltdown of the aluminum can
Environmentally, the aluminum can was such a promising development: simple, inexpensive, lightweight, and completely recyclable. So what went wrong?
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Subverting office culture with onion skins
Put your onion skins to work -- they can make the most banal dress shirt into something unspeakably special.
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A stroll through Old Rawsonville
Many a historian and idle daydreamer has wished for a time machine. Unfortunately, we are destined to satisfy our curiosity with what past generations have left us: the yellowed clippings, the fragile photographs, and the fading memories that we often encounter in our quest to connect the past to the present. Today, we will do the next best thing: step into some newly revealed photos of old Rawsonville.
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The patience of the projectile point
Variations on a theme of Thanksgiving, as related by the sandy loam.
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Knocking off wild apples
Just as springtime brings the roadside forager to stalk the wild asparagus, fall-time conjures visions of wild apples -- the tart and teasing sugar-plums of this evocative, transitional season.
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Postmodernism and the family farm
What could be more postmodern than a farm that shifts from producing produce, to producing the performance of producing produce?
