I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived of the pleasures of hoeing; there is no knowing how many souls have been formed by this simple exercise. The dry earth like a great scab breaks, revealing moist-dark loam- the pea-root’s home, a fertile wound perpetually healing. How neatly the green weeds go under! The blade chops the earth new. Ignorant the wise boy...
If you are afraid of butter, use cream– Julia Child (via squaremeal)
In these days before Christmas, reinvestigate the story, the one you think you...– A.R, Indigenous Worship (via loviebeks)