With her granddaughter on her lap, Marilyn Russo presses the pedal on the golf cart and heads off to the fields on a sunny afternoon. Passing the plastic-wrapped hothouses with tomato plants reaching the ceiling, and the stands of apple and peach trees starting to bud, and the rows of pea plants beginning to blossom, she pulls up to the six acres of strawberry fields and stops to investigate the clumps of fruit hanging beneath the dark green leaves. »Read story
