by Amy Martin (c) It’s the very definition of insanity, you know, to do something over and again and expect that somehow next time will be different. Yet I don’t feel insane, I feel blissful. […]
“Axis Mundi:” a prayer for the inaguration of Barak Obama
“Axis Mundi:” a prayer for the inaguration of Barak Obama, January 20, 2009 I’m part of a panel at the Dallas Morning News called Texas Faith. Each week we reply to a question posed by […]
And Then You Remember Why
by Amy Martin (c) Hardly a day goes by that don’t I wonder why I do this, or that I don’t worry that if another responsibility or expense is laid on me that I’ll just […]
The Party and the Party Crashers
by Amy Martin (c) Come winter, every cold front from the north pushes ahead of it swarms of songbirds – and the birds of prey that feed on them – into the relative warmth of […]
The Way the Day Unfolds, part 4 of 4: Crash, Cut & Tape, or, Being Lost is Half the Fun
by Amy Martin (c) Our grass evaluations concluded, the kind of warped logic we are prone to takes over. Now back at the south end of the property, we’re curious about some woods work we […]
The Way the Day Unfolds, part 3 of 4 – Patience & Prairie
by Amy Martin (c) The East Flank remained meadow-like for a while. By the time we got there 50 years later, the cedars had reduced the long meadow into a series of patches and in […]
The Way the Day Unfolds, part 2 of 4 – Invasion of the Cedars
by Amy Martin (c) Our search for grasses takes us by jeep into the Back 40, to the East Flank. On this side of the wet-weather Cross Creek that divides the 43 acres, the cedar […]
The Way the Day Unfolds, part 1 of 4: Getting to Know Grass
by Amy Martin (c) When there are ten-thousand things that need to be done, it’s hard to know where to start. The weather, the wind, how wet the soil is, these ferret out a few […]
The First Front of Fall
by Amy Martin Hints arose earlier in the day, high wispy clouds, thin in the stratosphere, the sign of cold weather, even though temps were in the 90s. Looking for persimmons late that afternoon a […]
Rain Break of the Bored Farmer
by Amy Martin (c) After weeks of rain, the farmers have become restless. You see them in town during the day, loitering around the hardware stores and tractor places. Encounters have always been a brisk […]
Sugar Freaks on Planet Earth
by Amy Martin (c) A sweet tooth is universal. If aliens ever land, I’m sure they’ll head straight to the sugar cane fields of Brazil. From the grizzly bear that raids the bee hive, to […]
