A friend said something to me the other day and it struck home.
The Fabulous Fly and her Farm Family.
These tender duties to a small patch of ground: to the people, animals, and plants who live here have changed everything.
Animals are not brethren. They are not underlings. They are other nations caught like ourselves in this web of life and time.
Mid-summer is a time of particular happiness.
The Song is to the Singer and comes back most to him… –Walt Whitman from Song of Myself When you are a gardener, you must consider that friend and foe alike come daily to the gates of the city. The gardener must be vigilant and welcoming, but fearsome to strangers with uncertain appetites. Continue Reading…
What’s better than a road trip with a good buddy? Some of you thought: husband maybe? Others of you protested, no way, it’s my dog, of course. But girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, dog, your current stud muffin…… A good road trip friend is a great friend indeed. Just think what you find out about this Continue Reading »
This year seems to be different–I’ve heard it from many others. People are doing what they want to do, not what is expected.
By Ivy Entrekin editor’s note: Ivy is a frequent commenter on this site and I’m so pleased to introduce her to you now as a guest author. Ivy is a personal chef, caterer, and one of the iconic band of Portland’s “wait staff” who can tell you the provenance of your lunch. Her detailed biography Continue Reading »
I’m not the same person who moved here. These tender duties to a small patch of ground have changed everything.