Entries by Stephen Jenkinson

Fearing Knowing


One of the running prejudices that shows no sign of fatigue or going away in the corner of the world I know something about is the idea that all, or most, of our principal lunacies and strategies for self defeat live in our cities. Cities, full of operatic potential and wizardry, are our crazy...

The Drought


For years we've had beavers on the land, and so far the risen water and the beavers together have killed five acres of bottom land on our already small farm. I've broken the dam several times and found it rebuilt and stronger within a day. I've tried trapping them out winter and summer to...

Old Time


My daughter made the many mile drive to our farm to be with me on Father's Day, and I rewarded her by at one point talking about how I'm getting older. As is proper, she refused to have the conversation, which deepens my respect and admiration of her. Eventually we will have the conversation,...

Full, Dark


A few weeks ago I had a wretched autumn flu, meaning that kids have gone to school, swapped pathogens like playing cards and brought them home for all to enjoy. The fact that you've no school age kids at home doesn't save you. It didn't save me. Some well meaning neighbours...

Grace


If you've lived through a February in the northern part of the world, you've learned some valuable things. Thin layers beat one thick coat, for instance. Felted wool beats woven wool - that may not be science, but it seems true to me. And the shortest days of the year, the ones where...

Rising


Dying people die sometime before spring, if they can. Fierce and implacable, and demanding: spring has that face. The green surge, the endless evening light, the stupor of a curled, private sleep now broken by something strong in the air: all of this makes a claim on the living. It says: If you are...