(by Levon who is listening to Bob Dylan, Mississippi from Love and Theft) Two weekends in a row we’ve gotten to spend in Tazewell, VA. Pretty soon I’m going to get up there and get stuck. That’d be fine.
It’s good to be home. It’s good to be 60 degrees and be home, I should say. Fondly I remember those last couple of days, burning the last of our wood, purging the cabinets, and trying to dry laundry with a space heater and a woodstove. I baked enough bread and prepared enough quinoa to [...] Continue Reading »