Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors.
Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors. It is a time, to breathe the same sweet air of past generations, like Gerard Manley Hopkins did: Yet ah! this air I … More Literary Pilgrimage to Andalusia Farm
I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of place lately. Partially, this is because I feel like an exile in the South. Things are different in Cascadia. We have Fred Meyer instead of Kroger’s. Our summers are properly dry. And we understand the importance of storm drains. But understanding the importance of space is … More On This Holy Mountain
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey. – William Faulkner I just finished the last of my tobacco from Oregon. It was a nice, smoky English blend. I’m not sure where the whiskey is packed. But I have paper, and maybe … More Essential Tools of the Trade
If we were having coffee, it would be simpler this time. I would have the drip ready for us with fresh cardamom pods and meet you out on the deck. If it’s early enough, we might survive the humidity. I would say how I felt coffee culture recede on the migration from Oregon. It seemed … More Weekend Coffee Share: Georgia Edition
