I feel very strongly about improving myself and the planet and the Earth and society. About leaving things better than how they were found, doing the least bad and the most good. I tend to introspect and reflect and notice flaws and shortcomings and errors and every last wiggle room for improvement. And it’s exhausting. […]
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Friends, I have a wild dream that I would no longer like to hold inside of me. I have visions that I would like to see turned into reality. I feel wildly vulnerable speaking it into existence in a blog of all places, but if you’ve been following along with my journey of self-discovery and
As far as I know, it’s still autumn–according to the calendar. According to both the thermometer and my icy cold extremities, it’s surely winter. Which means, it’s as good a time as any to sip on the juicy sweetness of my autumn nectar list.
Summertime is, by default, my favorite season. Not necessarily because I prefer it, but because my extremities are inclined to numbness during the three other seasons. I love the heat. I love my cut-off Levi’s that are held together by a couple iron on patches and several fervent prayers. I love a sundress and being
About a month ago, I learned how to change my oil. I was very patiently taught. Very kindly guided. Tools were provided, my actions were spotted, and I was surrounded by a team of grown-up adult supporters who handed me both tools and advice as needed. A week ago, I thought I’d change some oil
My current favorite sweatshirt has a John Deer tractor on it. It’s old. It was my grandpa’s–it has his name JAMES DAVISON in black permanent marker on the inside collar. He collected tractors. I used to wear this sweater out to look at the stars when I still lived in Arkansas. It was in much
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When we buried Jasper we forgot to send him with his prized possession: his rotting deer leg. No matter how far we’d throw it, he’d find it within a few days. He’d gnaw and chew and carry it with him. He’d say “just five more minutes!” when we’d pack up for the day, “I’m not
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As many of you already know, we said goodbye to our farmhand, best friend, 17-time consecutive employee of the month, beloved dog Jasper. Jasper has been a part of Dear Wildflower since the very beginning–sampling green beans and melons from my first garden, hiding timidly from the lawn mower, joining happily on countless dump runs,
In as few words as possible: I struggle being by myself. But. I keep showing up. Oftentimes by myself. More often than not, with the Rat (that’s my dog, Jasper). I’d like to say how helpful the Rat is, you know, with the farm tasks. That is, unfortunately, not the case. He’s often found chasing
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Dear Lord, how has it been a year. Well, now. It’s officially been a bit more than that. I’m late to my anniversary. Let’s take a pause and lay down an Ebenezer. This year we wrote a forest management plan that was fully funded by NRCS. Planted and harvested from two small gardens. Put into