Every year I plant 1,000 sunflowers just for the birds and the bees. I don’t sell them, or even harvest but a few. I love to watch the bees ravenously […]
Like Snow, By Wendell Berry
I headed out to the farm today and enjoyed a crunchy morning stroll across the field. Four months now since I first walked out here; I'm constantly taken by the views.
During an intimate fireside gathering with friends toasting champagne to each others' accomplishments, our hostess asks me if I need a pitchfork. Well ...
On Christmas morning I shuffled into my mom's house and kicked off my snowy boots.