My grandmother introduced me to Hal Borland’s works as a child. She used to read Borland, almost like a devotional, seeking his wise words on nature daily. His writings show that he is a kindred spirit with his words about nature and the earth. In his book, Sundial of the Seasons, today’s entry states,…
Many, many thanks for the recent donations. Here’s a snippet from the book for you to enjoy. Elen remembered the making of her daughter, Helen. It was a warm, Beltane night. She had no sweetie and she felt bereft. Her mother had died at the beginning of spring. Usually being alone didn’t bother her. But,…
The 18th-century American resources are ripe for the picking. There’s an overwhelming harvest of information. It makes me think of the book quote, “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be…
Spring is coming. The clouds look like a thin, worn blanket frayed at the edges and have several holes that permit patches of brilliant blue to show.
