Mustard Cover Crop Seed -

Silas grunted. “Mustard is for hot dogs. Or a curse from the Bible.”

“That’s not a cover crop,” Silas said, his voice thick. “That’s a promise.” mustard cover crop seed

The flail mower chewed the flowers into confetti. Then came the rototiller, churning the green wreckage into the topsoil. For three days, the field smelled like a horseradish factory—sharp, hot, stinging. Silas’s eyes watered just walking the perimeter. Silas grunted

He held the root in his palm, trembling. Then he looked out over the field. The mustard was gone, but its ghost remained—a heat in the soil, a memory of fire. Lena knelt beside him, mud on her jeans, and placed the empty seed packet into his hand. ” Silas said