(from my 2008 blog) Since they are too young to do the baby garden plants much damage, we took a…
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The Farm
Our First Homestead
It’s 2023 as I write. I found this old post from January 9, 2006, in the archives of a former…
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“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of the wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” – Wendell Berry