Fields, Revisted
It seems like a good time to think about another year's entry in this retrospective of the process of making green pastures where we live. A stranger would imagine that it was always as it is this morning-- a narrow grassy wedge of floodpain field between windy ridges. Five years ago when we saw it for the first time, we could only dream of what it might one day become.
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found your site while blog-hopping and wanted to say hello . . . I'm a temporary resident in your neck of the woods for a while (I'm in Pulaski). . . love Harvest Moon a lot :) love the pic of your house too . . . :) Are you and your wife involved in any of the holistic goings on in the area?
Posted by: Katherine | March 8, 2004 2:56 PM
"and at night from the middle of the open space, there is more of heaven around me than I can comprehend"
... that says it all, Fred. Wonderful.
Posted by: andy | March 9, 2004 5:18 AM