Sat
Apr
3
“ The pasture, bleached and cold two weeks ago, begins to grow in the spring light and rain;
the new grass trembles under the wind’s flow. The flock, barn-weary, comes to it again, new to the lambs, a place their mothers know, welcoming, bright, and savory in its green, so fully does the time recover it. Nibbles of pleasure go all over it. Wendell Berry
the new grass trembles under the wind’s flow. The flock, barn-weary, comes to it again, new to the lambs, a place their mothers know, welcoming, bright, and savory in its green, so fully does the time recover it. Nibbles of pleasure go all over it. Wendell Berry
