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Ring out, wild bells
Posted by Pamela Ronald on December 31, 2011 In Memoriam, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him…
Writing a grant proposal is like doing a cliff dive
Posted by Pamela Ronald on March 11, 2011 Roxana Robinson, a fiction writer, recently described her writing process in an interview with the New York Times. Writing a story, she said, is “incredibly exhilarating. . . . It’s like doing a cliff dive, the kind that only works when the wave hits just right. You stand on top, poised and fearful, looking at…
Peace on Earth
Posted by Pamela Ronald on December 28, 2010 Happy Holidays from my friends Finn and Gunilla with winter photos of their farm.
Food, Farming and Genetics in Korea
Posted by Pamela Ronald on August 14, 2010 Korea has a 5000 year history of food and farming. How much can a nine-year old and her mother learn on a two week visit to this land of miracles?
Spring in California
Posted by Pamela Ronald on March 18, 2010 I try not to travel in the spring. Instead of the stale air of the airplane, I try to get out to the mountains, the beach, the garden or to the nearby foothills. Last weekend my daughter and I (who is 8 years old today), went for a walk. I thought she was strong enough…
An Ode to Grasses
Posted by Pamela Ronald on March 3, 2010 Check out this lovely commentary by Olivia Judson
Eat with the fullest pleasure
Posted by Pamela Ronald on January 21, 2010 “Eating with the fullest pleasure- pleasure, that is, that does not depend on ignorance- is perhaps the profoundest enactment of our connection with the world”. Wendell Berry
Ring out the old, ring in the new
Posted by Pamela Ronald on January 1, 2010 In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
And so, driven on ceaselessly toward new shores
Posted by Pamela Ronald on November 7, 2009 I am traveling now far away from home towards a large lake in Zurich. What a perfect time to receive this poem from Jan Visser. Le Lac (written in 1820 by Alphonse de Lamartine) Ainsi, toujours poussés vers de nouveaux rivages, dans la nuit éternelle emportés sans retour, ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l’océan des âges…
