Complementary to the spirit of the text, I reviewed An Illuminated Feminist Seed Bank on a cold, wet spring day. The rain was incessant and heavy on the lilacs outside my sun porch windows. Everything was green. A brief visit to the compost bin beyond my back door caused my feet to squish deep into the spongy grass and clover. The earth, it seemed, could not absorb the rainwater fast enough. Indeed, the soon-to-be two inches that was falling was keeping laborers out of the fields, again, compounding the anxiety of local farmers already stressed by the Trump administration’s tariffs challenging the marketplace. It was a fitting day to think about...

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