Must admit to an inordinate affection for fire. Intended to plant ginseng seeds in the woods today, but there’s all this unwanted brush from scrubby bushes and felled little trees. And a windy, sunny day. So this is what’s happening.
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Slipped away from increasingly stressful, disordered, random, and violent urban life after 3 decades to live in peace and attempt to start and steward a small farm. View more posts