“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Autumn's First Weekend

Just like that it seems that Summer has left us.
The reset button has been pushed.
Cool air flows across the earth.
The sun rises crimson each morning in the sky.


Black birds flock together.
The katydids and cicadas have gone silent.


There are no longer vibrating wings hovering over the hummingbird feeders.
The last of the tomatoes are ripening on the vine,
and most of the green peppers have turned red.

All of this is to be expected...
all of these are signs.
Nature is slowing down, preparing to rest.
Autumn is just around the corner.


A day will come when I will no longer need a calendar to tell
what day it is.
I will have memorized the signs...
the subtle changes that come with each passing day of the year...
the phases of the moon,
the position of the sun as it rises above the horizon,
and the length of time it illuminates my world.


I will recognize the month by the birds who visit my feeders,
the blossoms beneath my feet,
or the insects who sing me to sleep.

Mother Nature has much to teach us...
we only need to open our eyes and our ears.


This weekend was cool and crisp -
as if Summer had taken her leave.
We were lucky enough to receive a few much-needed showers.
The water table has suffered these past...

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