“honey from a weed”“As Carl Wilkens wrote when we make something with our hands, it changes the way we feel, which changes the… |
#forage
only what you needThe time draws nigh for collecting herbs for drying and dyeing. Whilst reading Robin Wall Kimmerer’s thought-provoking book, Braiding Sweet… |
black walnut wednesdayWhen I was twelve my father moved us from the suburbs of Washington, DC to a very small town, Delaplane,… |
choresOn the farm, we are in the midst of seasonal chores—weeding the garden; freezing herbs for winter; making and freezing… |
wake robinThis morning I glimpsed a grouping of wake robins, or trillium, out of the corner of my eye on my… |
poetsFor the past two nights, I had the pleasure of attending poetry readings. Last night’s readings were organized by Dara… |