“There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.”—Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac (via awelltraveledwoman)
Sometimes cold December nights
Are for strawberries in champagne
Fist fights in between tickling
long walks and short poems
After dipping strawberries
with the corner of your mouth
turning up at her name.