field notes

Sunday morning ... breathe deeply.

sugaring

Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in march

outside the sugar-house one night for choice,

I called the fireman with a careful voice

And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:

'O fireman, give the fire another stoke,

And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.'

I thought a few might tangle, as they did,

Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare

Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,

And so be added to the moon up there.

The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show

On every tree a bucket with a lid,

And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.

The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.

They were content to figure in the trees

As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.

And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

--Robert Frost

transcendent neutrality

...or, if you prefer, the "middle"

I hate the feeling that I'm executing what I already know or have already imagined.  I like to not know where I'm going, and at the same time to be quite a way down the road.  I don't like to be at the beginning, but I don't like to see the end, either. 

--Susan Sontag 

grace

In spite of whatever it is that I think I want, grace may not always be so much about finding a permanent place in the sun as it is about the ability to make good on the fleeting chance to get beyond the doorway.  

threshold

daniel romano and the trilliums

Aaron Goldstein on pedal steel♥ 

Travel light and freely, won't you...

i want to