Dear Curiosity Journal, Last night I drew back the curtains to let the moonlight shine on my face....

Dear Curiosity Journal, I can no longer  pass by the flowers without some impromptu...

Dear Curiosity Journal, A peculiar aerial flutter around the silo captivated my curiosity. A flock...

Dear Curiosity Journal, I’ve taken on the practice of weeding the gardens as a meditation. Similar...

Dear Curiosity Journal, I notice the parched petals of the strawflowers opening and the sacred...

Dear Curiosity Journal, I make my watery procession through the flower tunnel, gathering the...

Dear Curiosity Journal, We’re on the cusp of tomato season, and everyday we scan the greenhouse...

Dear Curiosity Journal, Rufus and I fall into our familiar Tuesday rhythm. He’s harvesting in the...

Dear Curiosity Journal, Over the weekend, Rufus and I built another pasture for the Driftless...

Dear Curiosity Journal, There’s an often unobserved farmer wisdom that wades through the nuances...

Dear Curiosity Journal, Life feels out of balance when there are no cloudy, wet days to offset all...

Dear Curiosity Journal, As I head out the door for the Tuesday CSA harvest, I notice that, despite...