In which I try to keep the woods from eating up our orchard.
Sept. 30, 2017 The day dawned bright and clear, the exact day I had imagined when we first said the words “house-raising” to each other. The day before, I had joined J. in the woods for the final preparations. In short, we had to reconstruct the four “bents” from the timbers lying like pickup-sticks allContinue reading “The House-Raising”
October, 2016 As I write this, we’re embarking on what will hopefully be our last winter in the city before moving to the Woods. Many people we’ve talked to think we’re crazy to even consider this, so I’ve been thinking a lot about why we’re leaving and if we are, indeed, crazy. We’ve lived 13Continue reading “On Leaving the City”
If you’re curious about how a Christian ended up living in the woods as a bona fide tree-hugger, read on. Read also Joel Salatin, who calls himself a “Christian libertarian environmentalist capitalist lunatic farmer,”and provides a great apology for those apparent contradictions. And while I don’t label myself exactly that, let me add my voiceContinue reading “On Faith, or, Why We Do This”