Down to Earth – How my Community Farm Keeps this Writer’s Feet on the Ground
It turns out the best way for me to keep my head in the clouds is to shove my hands in the dirt. I went back to the farm for the first time this year, and now everything is coming up rosemary. The spring crept up on me, which is … unusual. I stay remarkably […]
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It’s May, and flowers aren’t the only thing blooming into life around here … It’s taken an intense effort, but the first draft of MS2 is officially done! New Growth The crocuses come first, and in New England, it feels a little premature. They’ll invariably be buried in the snow. They raise their little purple […]
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Fifty Words for Rain
It is rumored that the Eskimo had fifty words for snow—you know, a word for the big fat flakes, and for the little tiny ones that don’t amount to much, for the driving blizzards and the gentle, sound-muffling windless storms. I have not independently verified this, but I’d like to believe it’s true. I love […]
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Living Seasonally
There is a packet of nasturtium seeds in the junk drawer in my kitchen. Early in the morning or late at night, when the house is quiet, I can hear them calling out to me. Their voices are soft, but powerful; they speak of growth, potential, and the glories of a long, golden summer. They […]
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Come On Come Out. . .
It seems like spring has finally arrived in New England. Although this is my twelfth April in Massachusetts, I still forget that seasons start about a month later here than they do in the interior where I grew up. Blame the ocean; it keeps the autumn warm and the springtime cold. In any case, I […]
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