There’s something reassuring about waking up in a fog. Everything blends, the world is softer, not so bright. Fog always… Read more »

Zea Mays. It’s such a beautiful name. It comforts me that the Latin name sounds a little bit like the… Read more »

Today is the equinox. Well, to split hairs, it happened already at 5:05 am. According to one op-ed I read,… Read more »

Last Friday, after a trip from an Indiana Dairy farm, a stint in Turner’s Falls being restored, and a test… Read more »

Be like water the Tao advises. I remember that advice because it blew my mind when I first read it… Read more »

Summer’s waning. Cool nights. The light is intense, but lower. On the terraces, the play of plant edges with steel… Read more »

Understanding the nuance of existing microclimate is part of the assessment I truly enjoy. It’s here that components of landform,… Read more »

A few weeks ago I went to the farm museum in Williamsburg, MA to see the town’s collection of implements… Read more »

I have been reading the Wild Braid by Stanley Kunitz lately. As a poet he connects artistic process, language and… Read more »