Monthly Archives: September 2014

Jar of Sunshine

If I could, I would suck some of today’s sunshine into a bottle and cork it quickly. I would leave it shining in my bedroom, like a vigilant night light, until the dead of winter, for one of those days … Continue reading

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Raining Acorns

Last night’s storm, with its high winds, thrashed the trees so soundly that the path to my cabin today is thick with acorns, nearly cobbling the trail. I don’t remember past years producing so many, and I filled my hands … Continue reading

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A Sense of Place

I recently read Wendell Berry’s “The Long Legged House” and “A Native Hill,” both of which examine the connection of author with place. Berry chose against placing himself in New York or other career-advantageous places and determined instead to return … Continue reading

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Edging Towards Autumn

Today began chilly and dreary, with dark patches of sky, unmoving, nudging against each other and with a heavy feeling of rain in the air. All morning, the weather shifted back and forth from this stillness to sporadic rain. Only … Continue reading

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