I want to write a book called My Year at Spirit Hill Farm, and I want my friend Laura Foote to do the pictures.
Why?
Because just look Spirit Hill Farm. Just look at this chicken.
My most favorite piece of writing is Annie Dillard’s essay Living Like Weasels. I like it so much I once printed it up and ate it because I wanted it inside of me.
It gives me the first line of this new project:
Spirit Hill is wild.
Now I just have to write the rest.
But first I have to go give the chickens their mid-day snack and make sure the parsley got enough water. And check to see if the kiwis are ripe yet. And pick a fig because I am a little hungry. And thin out the baby carrots and radishes because they are crowding each other. And read Living Like Weasels one more time to remind myself of what I carry inside.
