If I wandered by with a cup, would you fill it with maple syrup? I love how you tied it to Jonathan's recent piece about the monks' lavish hospitality. And I love the way you describe sitting outside while the sap boils down to syrup.
I've been thinking about hospitality, about how our country has become radically inhospitable of late. Makes my heart sore.
I'd gladly share our bounty of syrup and eggs! I'll try not to share our bounty of ticks, which this place is also rife with as spring awakens, but such are the marks of a broken world.
I love to look for hospitality, the way Fred Rogers' mother said to look for the helpers, and to bring it out where I can. ❤️🩹
Way to tend your patch of ground, Dregges!! I wish I could pilgrim through Blooming Prairie.
Get Andrew a motorcycle-with-sidecar and pilgrim on over!
This is wonderful.
Lovely, lovely!
If I wandered by with a cup, would you fill it with maple syrup? I love how you tied it to Jonathan's recent piece about the monks' lavish hospitality. And I love the way you describe sitting outside while the sap boils down to syrup.
I've been thinking about hospitality, about how our country has become radically inhospitable of late. Makes my heart sore.
I'd gladly share our bounty of syrup and eggs! I'll try not to share our bounty of ticks, which this place is also rife with as spring awakens, but such are the marks of a broken world.
I love to look for hospitality, the way Fred Rogers' mother said to look for the helpers, and to bring it out where I can. ❤️🩹