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 larger Blue Ridge Mountains and they’re all within…
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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, automated factories, credit cards, telephones (?),…
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“The clearing rests in song and shade. It is a creature made By old light held in soil and leaf, By human joy and grief, By human work, Fidelity of sight and stroke, By rain, by water on The parent stone. We join our work to Heaven’s gift, Our hope to what is left, That field and woods at last…
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