deadline poisons

from ELLEN WHITE WEIR Swaying Corn, Buzzing Bees, Meandering Cows, And Now Deadly Poisons Everywhere To the Editor: My dad grew up on a farm out west of here. I remember my grandfather calling the cows as they followed him uphill to the barn. The fields waved corn in the wind, and it seemed all was right with the world. It felt balanced; the cows ate the corn, the bees loved the weeds, and we would eat the meat and…