“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are… Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want,…
It was a cooler, less humid weekend. This is Minnesota so we know these weather breaks are short lived (there’s a predicted high of 95 F today), so that’s all the more reason to appreciate the good times by being outside as much as possible. Steve and I headed for the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market around…
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.” — Rainer Maria Rilke In my last post I wrote about the work that was done on the chicken coop, shed, and mini-woodland landscape. But the other thing I did over Memorial weekend was to buy plants and seeds for my raised beds…
I am sitting in my potting shed typing on my wireless keypad, which is synced up to my iPad, which is managing to pick up Wifi from the house. Isn’t that cool?! Did I mention that I’m sipping iced coffee and looking out at my chickens who have finally made it outside?! I am loving…
These are just a few of the blog posts I read this week that inspired me with ideas or said just the thing I needed to hear in a moment gone badly. There are two posts I read on The Drawing Board by Terri Windling that I want to mention. The first is called “Rituals of…
