Back to the Garden
Livre de chasse, ca 1407 [This is the first post in a new series.] Lately I have been thinking about that old Joni Mitchell song, Woodstock, where she says: We are stardust We are golden And we’ve got to get ourselves Back to the garden We’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden. This idea haunts me. I find references to this song, to the Garden and gardening and Eden everywhere I turn, as if the universe is whacking me upside the head, saying...