11/03/2026
Tuesday morning, and the garden is still feeding people.
November doesn't mean empty beds. It means collards sweetened by frost, kale standing tall, and a kitchen that smells like somebody's grandmother is in charge.
That's what food sovereignty actually looks like — not a season that ends, but a table that keeps getting set.
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