Busy, busy; the end of spaciousness?

This week I’ve been working two jobs, dawn to dusk. That hasn’t left a lot of room for appreciation of the natural world or contemplation within an inner one. (Not to mention writing). There’s been barely enough time to notice what new is blooming in the yard; let alone, go for a hyke. Continue reading

Landscaping retirement?

I’ve shredded over a dozen pair of Carhartts over the years. Yeah, they are tough pants, to begin with, but with my line of work, inevitably end up compost. Its like they just reach a point one day and disintegrate right then, right there, on your person. Continue reading