In Search of Holy Places
Farming
A Sense of Humus
We just capped a weekend workshop of backyard farming. There we were, mostly urban dwellers raised on store-bought vegetables and Chippy. We were out in the sun for practical work. I had warned them about hats and garden boots but the urban dwellers fancied sneakers or sandals, an umbrella and Rayban sunglasses. We gawked at the […]
MoreTo Everything There is a Season
Every year for the last 20 years, we had sown seeds on December and then harvested a predictable volume on February. It was perfectly orchestrated. The plants would shoot up, bud, and then burst forth in blossom for Valentine’s Day. There was a season for everything: “a time to plant; a time to pluck up […]
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The Girl and the Grail 