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wendell for wednesday
Chewing on this for the upcoming Memorial Day weekend… I sit in the shade of the trees of the land I was born in. As they are native I am…
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wendell for wednesday
“The Letter” Dear Ed, I dreamed that you and I were sent to Hell. The place we went to was not fiery or cold, was not Dante’s Hell or Milton’s,…
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wendell for wednesday
I was never much of a homebody until we moved to Funky Farms, and now I rarely want to leave. Many environmentalists argue that staying home is one of the…
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wendell for wednesday
I’m not sure I’ve ever read anything more romantic… The Blue Robe By Wendell Berry How joyful to be together, alone as when we first were joined in our little…
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wendell for wednesday
But now, in summer dusk, a man Whose hair and beard curl like spring ferns Sits under the yard trees, at rest, His smallest daughter on his lap. This is…
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wendell for wednesday
Take a listen to Wendell reading “The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer” for Earth Day week!
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wendell for wednesday
What We Need Is Here By Wendell Berry Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear…
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wendell for wednesday
Cold Wendell Berry How exactly good it is to know myself in the solitude of winter, my body containing its own warmth, divided from all by the cold; and to…
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wendell for christmas
Remembering that it happened once, We cannot turn away the thought, As we go out, cold, to our barns Toward the long night’s end, that we Ourselves are living in…
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wendell for wednesday
Goods It’s the immemorial feelings I like the best: hunger, thirst, their satisfaction; work-weariness, earned rest; the falling again from loneliness to love; the green growth the mind takes from…
