Watch seeds grow right before your eyes in this follow-up title to How Does a Seed Grow? Readers can follow the fun clues and guess which fruits or vegetables will grow from each seed. With a lift of each foldout flap, kids can watch the seeds take root in the soil, sprout from the ground, and finally, make the fruits and veggies we love to eat! A tiny kernel grows a bright yellow ear of corn, a pumpkin seed grows a big orange pumpkin, an apple seed grows juicy red apples, a carrot seed grows a smooth orange carrot, and a bean seed grows crunchy green string beans. Each cardstock page of this book folds out into a large 14" x 14" inch page that reveals a child enjoying the healthy and delicious fruits and veggies that the seeds have become!

It's Harvest Time (First of two visits) In the spring of 1990, I was living in Brooklyn, New York, when I was visited by An Holy One. I still don't know if I was asleep or awake. All I remember is being in the presence of a being of tremendously massive power. I felt that my brain was dissolving inside my skull and I was melting from my head downward. I would have ended as a puddle on the ground if the presence had remained any longer. I was told three things: It's Harvest Time, and it was going to begin in Washington, DC. I would be living on the outskirts of Washington, DC. Get involved with food (I believe). I am presently living in Fort Washington, Maryland, on the outskirts of Washington, DC, and am very much involved with a volunteer organization having to do with food. I moved to the area in the summer of 1990.

“This fun and inspiring season-by-season description of a school gardening project could encourage others to repeat this extraordinary experience.” — School Library Journal Want to grow what you eat and eat what you grow? Visit this lively, flourishing school-and-community garden and be inspired to cultivate your own. Part celebration, part simple how-to, this close-up look at a vibrant garden and its enthusiastic gardeners is blooming with photos that will have readers ready to roll up their sleeves and dig in.

"Simple nonfiction text and full-color photographs present crops and vegetables that are harvested in fall"--

Tractor Mac and friends celebrate autumn festivals.

An epic story of the American wheat harvest, the politics of food, and the culture of the Great Plains For over one hundred years, the Mockett family has owned a seven-thousand-acre wheat farm in the panhandle of Nebraska, where Marie Mutsuki Mockett’s father was raised. Mockett, who grew up in bohemian Carmel, California, with her father and her Japanese mother, knew little about farming when she inherited this land. Her father had all but forsworn it. In American Harvest, Mockett accompanies a group of evangelical Christian wheat harvesters through the heartland at the invitation of Eric Wolgemuth, the conservative farmer who has cut her family’s fields for decades. As Mockett follows Wolgemuth’s crew on the trail of ripening wheat from Texas to Idaho, they contemplate what Wolgemuth refers to as “the divide,” inadvertently peeling back layers of the American story to expose its contradictions and unhealed wounds. She joins the crew in the fields, attends church, and struggles to adapt to the rhythms of rural life, all the while continually reminded of her own status as a person who signals “not white,” but who people she encounters can’t quite categorize. American Harvest is an extraordinary evocation of the land and a thoughtful exploration of ingrained beliefs, from evangelical skepticism of evolution to cosmopolitan assumptions about food production and farming. With exquisite lyricism and humanity, this astonishing book attempts to reconcile competing versions of our national story.

Its Harvest Time (First of two visits) In the spring of 1990, I was living in Brooklyn, New York, when I was visited by An Holy One. I still dont know if I was asleep or awake. All I remember is being in the presence of a being of tremendously massive power. I felt that my brain was dissolving inside my skull and I was melting from my head downward. I would have ended as a puddle on the ground if the presence had remained any longer. I was told three things: Its Harvest Time, and it was going to begin in Washington, DC. I would be living on the outskirts of Washington, DC. Get involved with food (I believe). I am presently living in Fort Washington, Maryland, on the outskirts of Washington, DC, and am very much involved with a volunteer organization having to do with food. I moved to the area in the summer of 1990.