The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Annual trip to Stone's Apple Orchard
September 2013
One tiny girl fell off the hay rack while we were moving; one crazed mother jumped after
As of yesterday evening, all apples have finally been made into yummy sauce (sauce made especially delicious when Jared snuck in some ground cloves)
Been relishing each of these amazing "second summer" days with weekly field trips, arguing to myself that experiencing beauty and revering nature supercedes "schooling"
Tomorrow I leave for the annual St. Moses the Black conference being held in Kansas City, MO. Pretty excited for a six-hour car ride without kids.
Peaceful weekend.
