gardening + spirituality + homesteading + creation care
The weather here in Western North Carolina has finally felt like autumn this weekend. I’ve been spoiled by work trips to Illinois and Maine earlier this season and have been waiting somewhat impatiently for it to cool off here in my hometown. (Whoever said…
In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves,…
It has become a tradition for me to read the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver on the first morning I hear the geese migrating south. After listening to her interview with Krista Tippett (On Being), I can only hear the poet reading the…