The Detritus of Lasts

The killing frost has come and gone and left us with glorious autumn afternoons. The time pressure on farm work lifts (deconstruction happens on a much more flexible schedule), and our attention turns domestic. The detritus of lasts litters our countertops: the last...

Saying “Yes”

Last Saturday, while Octoberfest shut down my market in Hickory, I took a walk down the beach to look for friends. I never found the friends I set out looking for but I found seventy-five others with whom to share the collective awe of what turned out to be one of the...

October Balm

We stumbled past the equinox to stop in the solid footing of fall. And we find ourselves here, in this moment, in October, with no idea how we got here so fast and remain upright. It’s a mad thing, the main season—abundant with food, and scores of faces, and joy, and...

Delight!

Last week there was a kid at market who flitted from stand to stand exclaiming, “WHOA!” at each shout of color, at each new shape. It was an excellent reminder of how awesome everything is. It’s like when you first move somewhere and are exploring your new...

The Joy of Staying Put

I’ve been feeling big change in the air. Borne of a misinterpretation of unrelated events and my reading “When Women Were Dragons” and a haphazard “consulting” of Rob Brezney’s Free Will Astrology. I forgot to be in the here and now. I started to feel bigger than my...