The Language of Trees

    That time before noon, as we put our tools up, as our thoughts taper off, is a time susceptible to musing the stillness of things:  the orchard, its naked green and gray concrete bodies that never seem to shiver and never seem to consider themselves concerned of the cold; and the sun, in…

Winnowing

The celebration of winnowing the sunflowers is much like a quiet and content act of smashing the previous year into bits and saving the precious pieces of text that made it through last year’s hell.  The obvious metaphor of seed saving for next few seasons is a cliché, but that was not what I was…

Coming into Vision

Look, I don’t want to belabor this story for too long; some of nature’s most quiet miracles occur in merely short moments and continue on without even a pause for admiration by the world’s mechanisms.  So why wait around?  Or rather, why wait more than needed?  I will try to be brief, to walk back…