Darkness
The Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. Leaves no longer rustle in the wind, they lie on the ground. When the wind whooshes, barren branches sway and bend. Trees may groan and...
Upon moving to Harmony Farm, I bought guides for identifying the land’s wild vegetation. During rambles over fields and through woods, I became familiar with the green world living there. I...
I sit in my kitchen sipping maple sap, staring at the landscape constantly transforming before my eyes while contemplating the spring equinox. During the past few weeks, I’ve experienced...
Upon moving to Harmony Farm, I bought guides for identifying the land’s wild vegetation. During rambles over fields and through woods, I became familiar with the green world living there. I...