Sometimes You Just Write Until You Stop

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

Who Are You Going With, Guys?

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

This Man Leaping

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I’m back with a photo. I went looking for something, and here’s what I found: This man leaping. It’s by Andre Kertesz. Who I had never heard of. But then there’s lots and lots of photographers, of course. But you dig and dig and sometimes you find something. A photo worth spending time with. Why? Because you can look at it and look at it. Like you can read a book and reread the book. Or listen to a song and re-listen to the song. Dylan, Monk, Monroe, Bach, Continue reading

When Men Walk Together With Eggs

My friend Dan stopped by yesterday just before dusk, and we talked for a while, and then we opened the gate and walked across the pasture to the chicken house. I built the house last fall at this very time. My family was away, and every day for two weeks I worked alone on the house, the weather fine and bright with sunshine. I told Dan all about this while we were standing in with the chickens. How it was to build the house, and how one late afternoon I had put a lawn chair on the roof so as to sit close up with the coming dusk. Continue reading

With Winterberry Lips

snowman

Quetzal rolled out the year’s first snowman this week, and here he is, bright-eyed and hopeful. I think he’s hopeful, although it could be he’s sad or maybe curious. You’ll notice he seems to be looking at something, something above him. Continue reading