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I rise with the dawn
Every day–learning to make
My own golden hour
About the Creator
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Foraging Appalachia’s Wild Edibles
It's that time of year again and Appalachia offers a remarkable abundance for anyone willing to learn its seasonal gifts and practice careful gathering. Across ridges, holler's, stream-side's, and meadows, edible plants, berries, roots, and fungi appear through every part of year. Knowledge is key and teaches not only what can be eaten, but also how to gather with respect so that these resources remain available far into future.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Feast
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Midas touch comes with the dawn. Such a beautiful poem!
I just wish that I had that river by my door to wade into every morning. What a refreshing feeling that would be, I can barely wake up in the mornings, but that would certainly get me up. Hoot and hoot.
My father-in-law would have celebrated this beyond measure. One of his favorite aphorisms was, "It's hard to soar with the eagles in the morning if you hoot all night with the owls." I like it, too, though I'm finding it harder & harder to get up all the time.
Yes yes yes 🙌 😁👑
Nice 📝♥️💯👌
Great work! Rise with the dawn to write great work! Wonderful!
Gorgeous!!! 🌅
truly inspirational
OHHHH BIG FAN OF THIS 🌟