Daily Lives Of My Countryside Guide Today

There is, threaded through every day, a surviving tenderness toward the nonhuman: the willow that broke a fence in a storm, the fox who has become a repeated tenant behind the granary, the bees that set the orchard buzzing in a cadence like applause. He tends to these as kindly as he does to human griefs. He knows which hedges will bleed nests if hedged too tightly, which ponds hold the frogs who sing into late spring, and which hedgerows smell of currant and can be used to hide a flask of brandy on a cold night.