Tag: summer

New Leaf

If only I had the patience of trees; if only I let time inch me, push me, stretch me ever upward, defying gravity’s pull. My demand for instant responses mocks the good work of time. Trees chasten my fleeting desires that dart hither and thither by slowly pressing, intentionally pushing, and inevitably plodding upward.

Sitting on the Porch

“I cannot separate it from the porch where it occurs. The action and the space are indivisible. The action is supported by this...

Get Rich! Become a Farmer.

This “summer of Hell,” to borrow Peters’ phrase, has had me in too many hospital/doctor waiting rooms. But as I was recently counting up...