It Started on My Grandfather's Farm
I grew up playing on my grandfather's land in western Kansas—corn, soybeans, and milo stretching as far as you could see. Some of my best memories are pheasant hunting out there as a little girl, watching those fields come alive with wildlife.
But something's changed. I met some Nebraska farmers recently who told me the pheasants are disappearing. The bugs are disappearing. And it's not just nostalgia—it's a wake-up call about what we're doing to our soil.
That realization hit even closer to home when I became a mom. I watched my toddler put garden dirt in their mouth (as toddlers do), and I panicked. What chemicals were in that soil? What had I just applied to the lawn? Could my kids and pets even play outside safely anymore?