“When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: “Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands— But the scene is grey.” Stephen Crane

“Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway.” – Mary Kay Ash

“In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson

What a severe yet master artist old Winter is…. No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866

“Why does no one speak of the cultural advantages of the country? For example, is a well groomed, ecologically kept, sustainably fertile farm any less cultural, any less artful, than paintings of fat angels on church ceilings?” Gene Logsdon

Pictures of our farm taken by a talented friend, Lisa Catalfamo.

Walking With Wallace Stegner On My Mind

“… I was reminded of a remark of Willa Cather’s, that you can’t paint sunlight, you can only paint what it does with shadows on a wall. If you examine a life, as Socrates has been so tediously advising us to do for so many centuries, do you really examine a life, or do you examine the shadows it casts on other lives? Entity or relationships? Objective reality or the vanishing point of a multiple perspective exercise? Prism or the rainbows it refracts? And what if you’re the wall? What if you never cast a shadow or rainbow of your own, but have only caught those cast by others?” Wallace Stegner