for love of a park
Last weekend in honor of Earth Day I captained the cleanup effort out at our sweet little neighborhood park. About ten or so neighbors came out to lend a hand with spreading mulch and planting annuals in bare planters. A few months ago I started volunteering as park steward, which basically means picking up litter ...
Visions of piracy and profiteering
the prospect of rehabilitating a scourged plot of ground in New Detroit makes me feel weirdly giddy
Alleyway wilderness
I crave a house with big floor-to-ceiling windows I can throw open, built of rough barnwood planks, standing in the middle of a field, in the path of breezes traveling long distance over open ground, scent of clover, scent of long grass roasting and gone to seed under the sun, indian blanketed