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Dear Folks: April 28, 1996
Dear Folks, It’s a slow spring. I haven’t even got the peas in the ground yet; the garden’s too muddy. We had a frost last night. The top of Mount Ascutney, visible from our front door, is still white with snow. The rivers are surging with a combination of snowmelt and heavy rain.
And — an amazing sign — this morning I [...]
What I Can Be, IF I Don’t Watch TV
By Donella Meadows
–April 11, 1996–
I can see how television could be addicting. When I stay at a hotel, I can waste a whole evening surfing all those channels, letting nonstop idiocy wash over me, too lazy, too hooked, too amazed to hit the off switch. When I finally come to my senses, first I feel terrible about devoting hours of [...]
Dear Folks: March 24, 1996
Dear Folks, “March is a Winter Month! March is a Winter Month!” I keep repeating to myself when I get antsy this time of year. March is also twice as long as any other month, or so it seems, as the thawing tries to win out over the freezing and then gets knocked back by a cold Canadian air mass.
Two weeks [...]
Dear Folks: February 18, 1996
Dear Folks, The call I had been waiting for, dreading, and yet also praying for finally came Sunday morning, February 4. “Karl’s gone,” my Mom said.
Karl, my stepfather, the sweet, capable, funny man my mother married when she was 59 and he was 64. They had 21 happy years together, but if you’ve been reading this newsletter for awhile, you know [...]
Dear Folks: January 6, 1996
Chuck Blitz’s house, Santa Barbara, California
Dear Folks,
This is going to be one of those rambling on-the-road letters, otherwise I’ll find it impossible to remember everything.
It’s hard for me to believe I am where I am right now. The doors are open to let in the breeze, the air smells of sage and rosemary blooming just outside in the garden. I’m sprawled [...]
