It’s about time to dig those sweet potatoes. Jewels waiting to be found under the soil. It’s about time to throw a Biodynamic Conference. It’s about time to mow down the rank growth of Summer, and feed it to the Fall. It’s about time to sow cover crops. They need time to grow while the…
First, I heard it. Old trees being felled on a wealthy man’s land. The sound of Greed. Then, everywhere I walked, its present was evident. I saw it in the roiling mud of a flooded stream, in the eroded hillside above. I smelled it in the putrid rich stink of industrial chicken litter being…
It is next to impossible in the middle of the night, when the sound of my family’s sweet sleeping fills my heart, to make peace with the senseless violence, the greed, and random tragedy of the world. These specters haunt my warm bed and torment my sleepy thoughts into a frenzy. I cannot protect those…