Appalachian Mountain Dreams

Joni Mitchell on the Computer

“Were captive on the carousel of timeWe cant return we can only look behindFrom where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game” “Take your time, it won’t be long nowTill you drag your feet to slow the circles down” “Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming trueThere’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plentyBefore

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Eat Local

This months issue of Mother Jones has an article on Polyface Farm and Joel Salatin. His comments on farming and politics really speak to me. No Bar Code: ““We don’t have to beat them,” Joel patiently explained. “I’m not even sure we should try. We don’t need a law against McDonald’s or a law against slaughterhouse abuse—we ask for too

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Home again

Just for fun I pulled up this old Landsat Photo and marked my home on it. Do you see me waving? This may give you an idea of why I watch the weather so closely this time of year. Most of what is between me and the Gulf of Mexico stands under at least a little water at some part

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Blue Ridge blog

Blue Ridge blog: “Hugh Morton passed away yesterday. Mr. Morton is a famous North Carolinian who championed the preservation of the Tarheel State’s scenic beauty through his photography . It helped that he owned a mountain as grand as Grandfather. “ I never had the privilege of meeting Mr. Morton, but, he was one of the people in North Carolina

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Ron Rash, Iris Press

Ron Rash, Iris Press: “ It was last week that David St Lawrence posted about a reading given by Ron Rash in Floyd. I first stumbled onto Ron Rash last year on Garrison Keillor’s email newsletter, The Writer’s Almanac, hear it here. The poem being presented was “The Exchange” from Among the Believers (2000, Iris Press,). Something in the poem

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“Slow Road Home”

I must admit I am impressed. I finished reading Fred First’s new book this weekend. I have been dragging out the finish quite frankly because I was enjoying the read so much and didn’t want it to be over. Since I am cursed with an omnivorous appetite to read (thank God for the internet), I have read many books on

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How Much is Enough?

Fragments from Floyd: “most of what I find to do these days is done with my butt in a chair, letting my fingers do the walking. Ann prys me out of the seat a couple of times a day to accompany her on one of many sanity-walks, but that is hardly a cardiovascular workout…” You know Fred, I have the

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Fragments From Floyd: Secret Places

I have been reading the archives at Fragments From Floyd and came across Fred’s “Secret Places” observations. Fragments From Floyd: November 19, 2004 Archives: “This remote and unearthly quiet place above and below me was a hidden shrine, the rose that blooms unseen–a neighborhood secret. And I felt blessed.” I too have stumbled into places of this type. I felt

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