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  • Up On Hawthorn Hill: Rights

    There is a lot of chatter these days about rights. It gives one pause.  Several weeks ago I heard a politician claim that it is time to win our country back. I was not aware that we had lost it. I wonder who stole it. If you ask a rabid conservative, the answer will most likely be those bleeding heart liberals.

    April 28, 2011

  • Up On Hawthorn Hill: Looking for diversions

    It has been a long, psychically trying winter. I always feel more comfortable knowing that I am not alone, so when friends complain openly about cabin fever and wanting “to get the hell out of here” for a while I know exactly what they mean. We are planning a trip to Costa Rica in March, so in order to keep one’s head above the darkening inner clouds, it is necessary to look for diversions that have, as Wordsworth put it, a renovating virtue. Luckily for me, Redpolls fit the bill.

    March 17, 2011

  • Hawthorn Hill: Quietness

    I want to make a case for quietness. Thoreau writes that he never found a companion as companionable as solitude. It is a sentiment that I share. As I sit here looking out over the snow-covered hills I am struck by the absence of movement. I am awed by a stillness unstirred by wind or activity of any kind. There is no noise, neither human nor animal. How nice that is.

    February 3, 2011

  • Hawthorn Hill: The owl, the woodcock and the cuckoo

    New Year’s day I headed out for my customary four-mile walk.  The onset of a new year has never captivated my celebratory imagination. I agree with Thoreau that waking is a daily effort to throw off sleep and one of the ways I do that is by walking.

    January 13, 2011

  • Up on Hawthorn Hill: Poetry and planting seed

    There has always been a great deal of heated debate about the value of poetry. For me poetry has always provided a very useful service. It abstracts life in such a way that it is possible to stand back a few feet from immediate experience and see it anew through the unparalleled beauty of poetic language.

    May 13, 2010

  • Crows, ravens, joy, wisdom

    Most nights during the spring and summer months Gabby and I sit on the deck to relax after working in the gardens all day.

    April 29, 2010

  • Up On Hawthorn Hill: Connel Creek litter is a disgrace

    Because several of the back roads that I like to walk are not plowed during the winter, walking them until now has been impossible.

    April 16, 2010

  • Hawthorn Hill: Reflections Several days ago the health care bill passed. I am glad that it did. It is certainly not a perfect bill and there are aspects of it, especially such shenanigans as the ``Cornhusker Kickback,’’ that rankle. But anyone familiar with any political process, be it village or national politics, knows that in order to get anything done deals are made, compromises are forged, and lofty aspirations often fall prey to more modest, politically achievable results.

    April 1, 2010

  • Hawthorn Hill: Cutting back This is a cutting back year for us up here on the hill. The universe may be expanding, but down here on planet earth there is an insistent inner voice that says, like it or not old man, the time has come to stop creating more work for yourself no matter how much you enjoy the fruits of your self-inflicted labors. One of winter’s perennial tricks is casting a veil of forgetfulness over the previous year’s labors. In the past, I would look out my study window about this time of year and imagine all kinds of new projects.

    March 18, 2010

  • Up on Hawthorn Hill: He must be at least 100! If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder then it appears that estimates of an individual’s age operate in the same manner.

    March 5, 2010