I’ve decided: the very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. ~ Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
I have decided to hope for a landscape that nourishes more than the bodies of the creatures that feed off it. I have decided to hope for a landscape that nourishes the eye, and the mind, and the spirit. I have decided to live under the roof of the landscape I want, and to live under that roof I need to plant things that arise from deeper ground than mere soil.
White pine goes deep; there are cliffs blown bare of any speck of soil, where the pine seems to rise straight from the stone. Bayberry and beach rose go deep; the scents mix with salt when the wind turns, and I stop where I stand just to breathe and remember my feet in the cool sand of evening. That is Maine and I have decided to hope for a landscape that keeps that Maine alive, so I lend stewardship to hope and plant for my child’s child.