The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible
It was going to be a harsh winter
The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible
It was going to be a harsh winter
secret gardens and satellite dishes
in knowing that some things
remain the same
“Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin
“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs”
~ George Eliot