First Hatched Chick

"Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me."
— Edith Wharton

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Planting Apple Trees

 

"We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid."
— William Faulkner

Little Milk Maid

"It’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow."
— William Faulkner

Russian Pomegranate

"I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth."
— William Faulkner

Windows

“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death–ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.”
― James Baldwin

Leeks

“All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones moving easily under the flesh.”
― Doris Lessing

Timber Framing at Filmore

“Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don’t know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.”
― James Baldwin

Chalk Dragons

“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”
― James Baldwin

Let’s Plan a Canoe Trip

“When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.”
― Jodi Thomas