A sower went out to sow…

edge of a wild flower meadow against a backdrop of dark trees

Wandering around the valley, knee-deep in the wild grasses, I delight in the fruitfulness of nature. And then I wonder, how fruitful am I? Knowing that my answer can sometimes feel a little woeful, I appreciated Steve Garnass-Holmes’s poem the other day: A SOWER WENT OUT TO SOW A person set out to live her … Read more