I'm doing something hard. Sure, that's subjective, "hard" can be many things and I have the recent perspective of knowing a young man who became paralyzed from the neck down after falling from his mountain bike. That's really hard. But my life is the life I'm living, and I can only know what ... Read More about Doing Something Hard
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Is Chicken Herding a Profession?
Is there such a thing as a professional free-range chicken herder? I could be that. I should be busy packing or washing dishes or doing any number of chores, but I’m mesmerized by the browns, yellows, whites, and blacks fluttering among the mondo grass, pecking at every plant as a toddler tries to ... Read More about Is Chicken Herding a Profession?
Why I’ll Be Writing About Chickens
With the price of things rising, I thought I'd do some research into how to feed chickens naturally, or at least, less expensively. First, an explanation: feeding chickens seems an odd thing to post on this old dusty site that I thought I'd one day use for writing. But it's here, it's built, and I ... Read More about Why I’ll Be Writing About Chickens
Finding Autumn in Appalachia
I spent last week in Appalachia, where the Smoky Mountains, the Blue Ridge mountains, and the Appalachian Mountains merge. Did you know they do that? It's kind of like a family, genus, species thing. Or a Jonah, whale, ocean thing. The Smoky Mountains are a small set of mountain ridges within the ... Read More about Finding Autumn in Appalachia
another time than this
I'm reading a book by Washington Irving, and in it he speaks of poetry that makes him think of "the honest days of yore in which I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social and joyous than its present." He wrote this in 1892. 1892! Before the helicopter, motorcycle, interstate system, ... Read More about another time than this
the clearing rests
"The clearing rests in song and shade.It is a creature madeBy old light held in soil and leaf,By human joy and grief,By human work,Fidelity of sight and stroke,By rain, by water onThe parent stone. We join our work to Heaven's gift,Our hope to what is left,That field and woods at last agreeIn ... Read More about the clearing rests
