The Roadside We have only a few hundred feet of frontage along the two-lane road that runs past Fellowfield. There is no sidewalk, just the edge of the pavement and a ditch, and periodically one of our staff has to walk that little stretch with a trash bag and pick up what has accumulated. There are paper cups and food wrappers, plastic water bottles, Monster drink cans, cigarette packs, and scraps of plastic. Some things might have fallen from a truck or blown out of a trash bin, but I...

Last winter this slope was crowded with mature buckthorn, acting as understory trees rather than shrubs, and growing so tightly together they held one another upright. . .

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