Glycine was probably the most promising of the thirty-or-so cover crops I cultivated. Like all the other perennial legumes I tried, it had an inauspicious first year. Nevertheless, after the Winter frost and grazing cattle had done all the damage they could to the few small miserable plants that came up, a second generation appeared by magic in neat little rows, and eventually took over. It was even stronger the third year. In the dead of the fourth Winter, when Imi was a Sahara and most vegetation had burned up and blown away, a healthy coverage of glycine debris kept the soil beneath cool and humid.