About The New AgrarianI have been planting content here off and on since 2002, with occasional attempts at cultivation and pruning. All of it swirls around more or less agrarian ideas: food and agriculture, including some practical things, but also craft, community, technology, embodiment, history, sustainability, nature, and place. As you might guess, I’ve changed my mind a few times on all these topics since I started a decade ago. I cultivate, but not always in neat rows. Read my Explanation and Apologia to learn more.
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Tag Archives: woods
For unintended shelter. The winter’s assaults of ice tore twigs from branches, branches from trees, trees from the earth, and some of us who could not abide the chaos chopped and raked the refuse into piles. Some of us who … Continue reading
For feral flowers gone a-ramble over roots and moss, from the tumbledown stones of a life’s foundation. From the mossy bones of a house that must once have been tidy, must once have been kept tidy by her who planted … Continue reading
One afternoon in early fall, a couple of years ago, I walked out over a piece of land I had thought about buying. A two-story house had once faced the road, and a barn had sat somewhere behind it, and … Continue reading
A lifetime’s work reduced by lifetimes since To a pile of stones in a ferny wood, grown o’er With moss and vines, and gently hid to all But those who wish to see. A gift from him Who dwelt here … Continue reading
By nine the air already sweats. The sun, wearier today than once Climbs but slow, as travelers laden Struggle to heft again damp spirits, While all around our dizzied ears This primeval din the wood exudes— This moldering cacophony Swells … Continue reading
On Friday I hiked the portion of North Carolina’s Mountains to Sea Trail that runs along the Eno River, about nine miles from Roxboro Road in Durham through West Point on the Eno Park, across Guess Road into the Eno … Continue reading
A carpet of decay, as finely woven As any ancient treasure dearly bought, And lovelier for being more ephemeral: All the artisans of Kublai Khan In all the workshops of a mythic continent Could not invent geometry so fair As … Continue reading
I typically don’t blog in photographs because I am not really much of a photographer, but the Eno River made it easy today. The air and the water were absolutely still, the sky deep cloudless blue, and the low angle … Continue reading