Mother Nature’s little sister
Taught me everything I know ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You mighty thing.
I’m sorry. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I’m dining out with Charis,
Trying to find Polaris
But I can’t. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
“Only rich people can live like Wendell Berry,” said my friend Josh last night, helping me articulate a misgiving I have about what The Farmer advocates. I don’t think it’s entirely true, but I do think it’s an examining thought worth bringing when you read Berry. 📖
With the advent of Rivian electric pickup trucks, not to mention Tesla’s plans and Ford’s all-electric F-150, my appetite for a new vehicle has finally come. But it’s better for the environment for me to run the Mazda into the ground first. So hold up, lil’ dogie.
I enjoy watching my family do things I suspect other families do not but which I consider healthy. In this photo, all three of them are leaning out or about to lean out past the boardwalk rail in searching of jewelweed pods ready to pop.
It turns out the seeds are edible!
The front cover of a birthday card Sullivan drew for Cassie’s birthday. Featuring a black-capped chickadee drawn from a photo.
“Why would we compost them when I can convert them directly into biochemical energy?”
— Scott, answering Carla as to why he was going to eat a bag of freezer-burnt pierogies that Abram left us when he moved out
“The mama butterflies will come and bring their babies to stick them into my ear to eat pollen so they can turn into a flower with wings so they can fly!”
— Sullivan’s interpretation of earwax
“I feel the sound of the solar panels inject’ning light into our house.”
— Sullivan, out of the blue
Light pollution is a theological issue. 🚀 🌎
The sun woke up over Mount Nittany.
— Sullivan on a morning walk to the park