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Walking Landscape
Walking a landscape is learning a landscape. They go hand in hand. Driving landscape is an introduction. Walking a landscape though, is an adventure in to landscape’s thinking, feeling, and imagination. Walking gives one the opportunity to pause and wonder. Each foot fall creates a vibrancy, held by air, that becomes language between walker and ground. Measured in rhythm, footfalls…
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Spring Leaf
The apricot trees blossomed early this spring. Though they are the first bloomers of all our fruit trees, the buds arrived a little earlier than normal. If our luck held, they survived the early spring 27-degree frosts. Yet we had a good number of frosts, so, fruit this year is a question. Yet the trees have good leaves. Strong…
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Grassing
I like grass. Whether in the pasture or the hay field, grass does not try to be more than their natural self. Walk a field and I feel their rootedness and love of sun. Whether ryegrass, wheatgrass, orchard grass, or tall fescue, I expect grass to live their created identity. I never expect cool weather grass to grow much…
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Moon, Dust, & Becoming
Start with the first Sunday after the first full moon of the Spring equinox. Easter. Drop back 46 days toward the first of the year—not including Easter day—and you’ll arrive at a day centering indigenous within Christianity: Ash Wednesday. We could certainly talk about Christian structure and the Council of Nicaea using the vernal equinox to set…
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While walking the drive,A young eagle perched, upon a wood fence post.We neared, they flapped, only to land on the next post.Again and once again, post to post,Until the fenceline ended.
Chewing the Cud 