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Debra Rienstra


Farm Refugia and Church on the Edges

Twenty miles outside town, out among corn fields and orchards, we find the driveway marked by an unassuming sign: Plainsong Farm. As we pull in and park on the grass, I’m struck by how ordinary it all looks. Two farm…
September 19, 2020

Shrub Whispering

When it comes to communing with other creatures, I’m not a very promising candidate. I talk to plants all the time, encouraging my flowers to grow, giving a “hey” to the trees in our yard, saying hello to the birds.…
August 8, 2020

Riding the Winds

At one point, Trevor was down below looking for his GPS, foolishly leaving Ron and me in charge. Well, here comes a gust of wind. We immediately started rounding up and almost burying the rail.
June 13, 2020

Meanwhile Messes, Meanwhile Graces

Meanwhile, healing takes a long time, and the first stages look like a mess. The grasses are scruffy, the trees old and some dying. Windthrow and snags are a key part of a habitat in equilibrium anyway, but seeing them…
May 16, 2020