….And so it is, as the people begin to look out on the horizon, they notice activity there on that line but are not quite able to make out what is happening. They might be able to see something is afoot, by the dust billows behind tractors dragging seventy foot cultivators or by the infrequent person traversing hard scrabble hilltops or rich, loamy flats. But the character….
Read MoreMy gran was not given to poetry. I think there were things at certain times of her life that squeezed it out and she was too busy doing the doing. I don't know that she ever would have got into the swing of things, appreciating lines and words, moseying around the confluences of sound and idea. But she did have a way with a phrase. Simple, pointed, got the message across, right away. She was not a woman of subtleties. Except for this one time.
Read MoreSpring has arrived in a slow, unsteady way. There has been no big glut of warm and sunny weather bringing the grass up and all the birds swooping in.
Read More…. If I'm doing anything at all, it's this; I want to contribute to people slowing down, raising their eyes off the ground, looking up to see huge horizons, to breathe a little slower. Seeking connection between each other, making room for each other in our lives, stopping to realize this world is about
Read MoreMake it suit you. Scraped down to the essentials this recipe requires some sort of fat to add depth, a stove or oven and squash. The feta, parsley, rosemary and seasonings make for a more elaborate experience.
Read MoreIs it fall? Maybe. There is a definite feeling around the place saying fall. A knowing that change is occurring all around us.
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