Tag Archives: Spring

Field of Weeds

“The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.” – Wendell Berry There is still a little nip in the air but Spring has sprung in my part of … Continue reading

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How does your garden grow?

I do the same thing every year and every year I say I won’t make the same mistake next year. I get anxious during that oh so small window of fake Spring that always peeks its head out the first … Continue reading

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Craft: Nesting balls

I enjoy making stuff, from chairs, tables, and bookcases to something as simple as the nesting ball above. Now you might be asking yourself what the heck is a nesting ball? Well as the name implies, it is a ball … Continue reading

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A winter’s tale

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” – John Burroughs There is a small, family owned Mexican restaurant in our community that my family has enjoyed eating at for 30 … Continue reading

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Life and death in the forest

“The world is afflicted by death and decay. But the wise do not grieve, having realized the nature of the world.” –  The Buddha My wife and I try to hike in the Pisgah National Forest every Sunday, specifically in … Continue reading

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Sexy Spring

My wife and I had just pedal down my favorite two-mile stretch of road. It is relatively straight with a 1% grade from stop sign to stop sign. When I make the right hand turn on to this road I … Continue reading

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As the wind blows

An ancient breeze blows through the trees, Shaking yellow dust off limbs that sway in motion. The air is filled with tiny spores of Spring, Journeys carried in gust beyond our horizons. As Winters death releases her cold grip, Life pulls itself … Continue reading

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