Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Permies!
I've added a new site to the TEOTWAWKI Tea-Leaves list: permies.com, a website devoted to Permaculture. Thanks to Ed over at Nature Bats Last for the link!
Whiles carried o'er the iron road, We hurry by some fair abode; The garden bright amidst the hay, The yellow wain upon the way, The dining men, the wind that sweeps Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps -- The gable grey, the hoary roof, Here now -- and now so far aloof. How sorely then we long to stay And midst its sweetness wear the day, And 'neath its changing shadows sit, And feel ourselves a part of it. Such rest, such stay, I strove to win With these same leaves that lie herein.
-- William Morris, from "The Roots of the Mountains"
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