That mist in your valley deserves protection

Almost 50 years ago I ­extracted myself from a life and livelihood in our nearest ­metropolis to follow a dream, a soul mandate, to live in Skagit Valley. A decade earlier, when I was 16 years old, I’d seen it for the first time and its beauty kept calling: those flat vistas, miles of mist and farmland.

As the greening of this place happens once again and we ­celebrate this season, let me, please, rain a bit on your parade by mentioning something your sense of beauty, indeed none of your senses, will be good at detecting: Glyphosate.

While Monsanto was busy developing Roundup in the 1970s, (af...