
Rig and Furrow
on proximity
A monthly-ish series of notes on growing, place-making, land history, and reading.
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on proximity

on knowing

on awe

On turning the inside out.

Over the winter, I looked up from my dissatisfaction with the half-hearted, half-finished front garden and it clicked.

For months, all I’ve done is look.

Last month, I went through US pre-clearance at Dublin Airport.

Until the late 1980s, Bedfordshire farmer Hugh White was a proud champion of conventional farming.

For three consecutive mornings this autumn, I spooked the robin and wren when I opened the back door for the dog.

Three years ago today, my tenement garden was destroyed.