Monthly Archives: April 2014

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Ranch 10: Cat and Garden

Written on 13 April 2014 It’s fairly windy this morning.  Not as windy as it was the other week, with 50+ mile-per-hour winds flying off the mountain, but still windy enough now to caution me against opening the large southern … Continue reading

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Ranch 9: Understanding

Written on 11 April 2014 at Mother Road Brewery As I was tormented today with fears of unconscious, internalized ‘isms,’ I began reading a book on the very concept of compassion, humanity, and socio-personal distinctions in a society, as defined … Continue reading

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Working with Isms

I’m in a moral predicament. This morning I interviewed two fellows for the garden assistant position – basically, a post to help me out in the greenhouses when the harvest season really starts in about a month.  That season, when … Continue reading

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Post-ADK 1: Beer in Boston

Written on 23 November 2013 at 1369 Coffee, Central Square, Cambridge, MA Woah, a new book! And what a lovely shade of . . . fuchsia? Oh, it’s catchy and pretty and despite their poor binding, I do like these … Continue reading

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Ranch 8: Fire and Home

Written on 04 April 2014 Standing by the fire under the hot Arizona spring sun – well, I’m sitting now – takes me back to Israel, to Neot S’madar and hitchhiking through the desert, camping at the base of Masada … Continue reading

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Ranch 7: Evening Writing

Written 31 March 2014 It’s late in the day – nearly 1830, and the sun is setting. I haven’t been out here during sunset yet. It’s an odd feeling, sitting here amongst the plants, as if I’m a counselor going … Continue reading

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Ranch 6: Djinn on the Road

I saw a djinn this morning. On the road coming back to headquarters and the gardens from helping Derrick re-start a dead (well, dying at the time and possibly alive now that new parts are installed) truck, out on the … Continue reading

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Hellhounds at SnowHill

The hellhounds come out at me from around the bend in the path between the two largest greenhouses. I am bending over sharply at the waist; with hunched shoulders I’m picking weeds from the small outdoor garden plot in preparation … Continue reading