Miss Clementine’s Big Steam Pumpkin
In the rolling hills of Tennessee, where red clay dust clings to boots and cicadas sing louder than church choirs in July, there once lived a gardener named Miss Clementine Harper. She was not tall, nor particularly loud, nor famous beyond her county line. But she could grow things. Tomatoes blushed brighter in her garden. Corn stalks stood straighter. Beans
