The Controlled Burn
From Nursery Lessons, Book One
In the spring of 1993 I rode to Forest Hill, Louisiana with two veteran nursery managers for a seminar and a day of visiting growers. The one driving had been born and raised up there, and since we were ahead of schedule he took us off the interstate and onto the back roads, which nobody objected to. Narrow, winding, pine on both sides. Somewhere past a sign telling us we were close, we came around a curve and the whole horizon was smoke.
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