Wendell Berry’s Politics of Coming Home
When I got the news last night that Wendell Berry had died , I was on my front porch with my dogs and my daughters. We had been inspecting a large brown toad who was wandering among the stones in the front yard.
Toads spend the summer feasting, fattening themselves for the long winter they will spend burrowed beneath the frost line. Spiders, slugs, worms, and insects are digested into vital stores of fat. By the time September arrives, the summer’s work is visible. This particular toad was so large that my smaller dog, a miniature Goldendoodle, refused to approach it. My daughter Rose laughed and pointed…
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