All the Wrong PlacesChapter 6 Experimentation Frankenstein or Pasteur
After a couple of years folks came to visit on the weekends just to take in the flower displays that Josie was growing. They changed with the seasons and were always beautiful. I provided a few benches here and there for people to rest their legs. The clover field behind us thrived into a dark-green mat of foliage. We began cutting slices of it for other clover fields. They all seemed washed-out in comparison to our seeded field. I remembered to check on my experiment. I got a lesson in the...