Tag Archives: Walden

Stormy Spring Fever

Not only the children have spring fever; I’m afflicted, too. In this rainy afternoon, the children are outside, equipped with boots and splashed bright cheeks. In the woods, the rain lessens. Green trout lily leaves sprinkle the forest floor profusely … Continue reading

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Stormy Seas, Human Choice

Years ago–not that many but still a number–I worked at a business owned by a decent man who was in forties then, and his life was falling apart, in just about every way. He and I spent a great deal of … Continue reading

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Heaven Under Our Feet

Here’s a bit of my Thoreau paper on sense of place – with snow. Then back to weeding the garden. Imagine Walden a sphere, where all elements within are constantly in motion and inherently connected, from the most minute level – … Continue reading

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July

Here’s the thing about Thoreau and gardening:  Thoreauvian time is distinctly non-linear, perceiving the world through cyclical seasons.  Walden is written as a single-year cycle, with multiple circles within.  As gardeners, we must all, on some level, embrace the world … Continue reading

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Love Letter to Walden Pond

Just before noon today, I arrived at my daughter’s soccer camp a few minutes early and picked up Walden where I had left off, at “The Ponds” chapter.  As it was the last day of camp, the session went late, and … Continue reading

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Peony and Walden Pond

I began this blog with the concept that writing matters, and matters so much it’s bone marrow deep.  In these initial few weeks, I’ve written about living in Vermont and what I’m reading.  Have I amused anyone but myself? These … Continue reading

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The Rainbow

This afternoon, driving out of Stowe, I hit a rainstorm so tumultuous I turned onto a side road just over the Morrisville line.  I pulled over on the shoulder, shut off the engine and lights, and simply sat there, the … Continue reading

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