Bucolic meadow on a cloudy day with low mountains in the background

Sunday Almanac: Four Rainy Days in Mills River, NC

That is the bucolic landscape my son and his partner awaken to every morning from their new digs. That white strip in the distance is not a river, as my mind’s eye kept trying to make it, but the plant clotches farmers use on immature crops. Part of the appeal of their move here was in fact the landscape and the promise it’ll never change, … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: Four Rainy Days in Mills River, NC

How a Control Freak Deals With Nature

When I was a young student of archaeology, I recall being gobsmacked by the notion that the curvaceous Tennessee River had changed its course again and again over millennia and the one I knew, the one whose bluff I lived on for roughly a decade and where my kid spent the first few years of his life, probably looked radically different from the river native … Continue reading How a Control Freak Deals With Nature