Spring

Each March, I find my thoughts returning to Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

Harvesting wild greens always returns me to our species' hunter-gatherer roots. Not so long ago, this is what people did the world over.

It's been too long since Christmas, and most folks wish the winter were over. But this lingering not-yet-spring is a precious time.

Here in Minnesota, Lent is an almost unbearably slow wait.