So I say here’s what we do. We’ll start right now:
We will always be considerate. We will always be gentle. We will remember people’s names and respect their ideas. With our partners, especially, we will never speak with tone or say, I told you so.
When we screw up, we’ll admit it. When we’re wrong, we’ll admit it. We will never postpone the announcement of our failures.
We will understand that, while greed can destroy us, compassion can save us. We will understand that stuff, the accumulation of stuff, inevitably leads to dissatisfaction and lethargy.
We will live near windows. We will live near trees. We will swim in the oceans and wade across small brooks.
We will eat real food. We will know real farmers. Continue reading
Last night a curious thing happened while I was looking over (online) the many 2017 seed catalogues that are coming out these days. Actually, it was the catalogues’ cover art that most interested me. As most of you know, small seed companies have a long history of featuring garden-themed art on the covers of their yearly catalogues, and many small, contemporary seed companies continue that tradition. Continue reading
So with rain on the roof and the most amazing NH fall colors waning; with the chickens in, the ducks, the sheep; with November so close and showing its pointed shoulders…why not? Why not a photo and five minutes looking at it? Robert Franks’s Nebraska, 1955… Continue reading
A porcupine woke me in the night, him and his one-note chatter, and I listened to him and thought about him, and then I got up and went outside to see if I could find him. He was in the middle of our parking area and quite unhappy to see me. When I shone my flashlight on him, he dropped his head and put an eye on me, and we had a kind of impromptu face off. He was puffed up and quilly, black with shades of white, and he held his chin at just above the gravel and didn’t move. Continue reading