Dear Farm Journal,
Thomas Carlyle said, “Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom”. This afternoon, Rufus and I combed the forest floor for these artifacts. Our heads tipped to the treetops, scanning the skyline for the boughs of lifeless elm, then dropped down to the breathing carpet at the base of their trunk. Here the secrets of timber sink into the soil. In this sacred circle, we find our treasure.