A blog about the wonders and challenges of living in Homer, Alaska, by Miranda Weiss, the author of Tide, Feather, Snow: A Life in Alaska.
And saying goodbye
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, October 27, 2016
Early delights of the season
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, October 20, 2016
And hoping for a smooth approach
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, October 13, 2016
The more things change?
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, October 06, 2016
Learning to forage, 4,000 miles from here
by Miranda Weiss | Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Evergreens gone brown
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, September 22, 2016
The summer is gone; so too are the crowds
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, September 15, 2016
Sometimes you don’t want to look straight ahead
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, September 08, 2016
If you dream it, you can do it
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, September 01, 2016
From the bountiful bay
by Miranda Weiss | Thursday, August 25, 2016
THIS WEEK’S ARCHIVE PICK
by John Kaag
W. S. Merwin, one of the most celebrated and prolific poets of his generation, died last Friday at the age of 91. A former U.S. poet laureate and the winner of two Pulitzer Prizes, Merwin was also known for his work as a conservationist. After moving to Hawaii in the 1970s, he began the decades-long project of restoring different plant species to the former pineapple plantation where he lived. Merwin was notoriously difficult to contact, but in the fall of last year, John Kaag managed to interview him over the phone. Merwin, he reports, repeated the same lines throughout their conversation: “The time of wisdom cannot be measured, and, for me, wisdom is the garden. There is no time in the garden.” In an essay for the Scholar, Kaag explores this relationship between gardening and the passage of time, and how it is reflected in Merwin’s life and poetry.