So I may have mentioned (and perhaps one reader noticed) that I am accumulating draft pieces toward a third book if all goes well. (All never goes well, sometimes something does, OTOH, and I’ll take it.) The working title changes from time to time. Currently is stands as “One Place Understood: Field Notes from Earth.” The title comes from a Eudora Welty quote I have taken on as a writing mission statement. The southern writer tells us “One place understood helps us know all …

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And oh it is such a nice week in June with low humidity, cool nights and pleasantly-warm days. Lots of hay-making going on. And you know to make hay while the sunshines, so you also know to order books while the sale shines. Thanks to those who have ordered, I have a shipment going to the PO tomorrow, so it won’t be long until they arrive at your door. If you’ve been waiting, don’t. The rains will come and winds will blow and your …

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I hate to admit that I slept through the April 26  tenth anniversary of the birth of Slow Road Home (quite a departure from my usual date-consciousness.) I did have a dope slap moment a few weeks later and decided: I should offer a really good deal so new readers and past readers (who loaned away and lost their copies) can join (or rejoin) the conversation. I have never email-blasted my lists before, so ask your indulgence this week–especially if you are on more than one mailing …

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“Only that day dawns to which we are awake” said Mr. Thoreau. And of course, this phrase from the very end of Walden will mean different things to different folks. I liked it enough that I ask Ann to make a cross-stitch sampler for me in the mid-seventies. Turns out this important era in environmental history marked my own “waking up.” I liked the phrase enough that, when I began to wonder if I had a third book in me, I titled it “Only That Day …

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I slept today until nearly six o’clock. Now this would not be news most places– that someone pushing 70 would get 9 hours sleep. But on Goose Creek, this is, if you’ll pardon the mixed message–a personal wakeup call. Since March of 2002, even when it was not the wife’s early work hours that rousted me from bed, my own internal alarms got me up absolutely not later than 4:30–not ever, weekends and holidays included. What prompted me out of bed was the jolt …

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