For many visitors to the State Fair, buying a pail of cookies from Sweet Martha’s is a quintessential Minnesota tradition. But for a lucky group of workers, there couldn’t be anything better than the 12 days spent filling those pails.
For 28 years, I’ve watched winter melt away and every single Minnesotan effortlessly transform brown death into brilliant window boxes and flower pots, replant terraced lawns with graceful sedge and fiery orange daylilies. Every year I watch in awe, and more than a little shame. I have no idea how to do any of this.