I have a lawn now. Soon I won’t.
Magazine: Country Life
Snow has been falling here since before there were helpful plowmen, or people to be plowed, and it will fall again and again.
If you live in the woods, you have to deal with trees. There’s no way around it.
There are the insects, surprisingly numerous, who elicit compassion.
A garden is predictable. The melody has already been written, or at least the chord progression.
The stories vary in quality, but all satisfy. Why?
Politics is also the new patriotism, which must be why so many American flags seem wrongly hung.
Revolutions can exchange specific ills for real improvements, but never without expenditure of treasure, blood, and occasional old goods lost in the shuffle.
At your most attuned, you flow along with the water, even as it bears you up.
A fence changed the ecology of my two-acre enclosure almost immediately. Then I saw the doe.