Tomorrow, he said. Tomorrow, he’ll get back into the routine. Tomorrow will be the beginning of the chapter that ends with the first snow, the first travel interrupted, winter. But not today. Today, another session with the ink quill, and some kind of finished drawing when we’re done. Tomorrow, maybe time for a longer blog post (I know–there are so many of you desperate for distraction, for one more place to flit your browser, sipping quickly from a distance, like a moth on the …

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I was hanging out down below the bluffs, waiting on a load of wood from Jason, our local draft-horse woodsman, to bring us a load of tree-trunks. I noticed, in the planted pines that remain from the ignored “tree farm” of the early 90s and a previous owner, that the understory was covered in a particularly upright version of a very common ground cover whose names include Ground Ivy (which I have always used), Gill Over The Ground, Catsfoot, Field Balm and Creeping Charlie–among …

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Image via Wikipedia This morning, after the soaking rain overnight, I’ll don the heavy-duty rubber gardening gloves and work in vain on the bank of the branch just out the back door and beside the big lilac bush to clear away the garlic mustard, a European invasive, Allaria petiolata, an over-wintering biennial first introduced in North America as a potherb in colonial times. I pulled off lots of tops last year, not realizing the plant has a defense against that: a deep taproot from …

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