First-person writing

(Editor’s note: This piece by Codman Community Farms farmer Pete Lowy first appeared in the CCF monthly newsletter sent to members in late November 2020.) This past week the farm said goodbye to … [Read more...] about Goodbye to a Friend

By the summer of 1945, the country was well used to the huge war effort. The need for scrap iron, for example, was such that the iron fence around the Boston Common was turned into tanks and ships. In … [Read more...] about 75 Years Later: A Memory of the Day the War Ended

When I reach the end of the day covered with dirt and tired to the bone, I know I have had a good day. As a child, I was allowed to run barefoot and free. I stepped on a bee once or twice, but I … [Read more...] about Playing in the Dirt

Last night, I woke up at about 3 o’clock in the morning because my left ear was making very funny noises. It would make sort of swishy, gurgling noises and then it would stop. It is not uncommon for … [Read more...] about Home Ecosystem Gone Wild

I have always been what I call a “nester." I like my room or my home to feed my aesthetic senses. For example, some artists live in a spare, messy, cave-like environment. But I need beautiful … [Read more...] about Breaking Free of Furniture

The vole was the first. In December after the early snows fell, he appeared in the snowbank in his inch-wide hole outside our kitchen window. He poked his dark pointed snout out quickly before … [Read more...] about Winter Watch

I met Eric in April.  He was lying next to the stone wall in front of Bank of America, crippled legs skewed.  My heart sank.  Another boy in trouble.  I walk to the post office for … [Read more...] about My Lincoln Squirrel

“In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity … they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to … [Read more...] about Trees