My yard—and my life—had begun growing in too many directions at once. Between elderberries, new work, a growing fly-fishing community, and the loss of my apple trees, I’m learning that tending a life isn’t about controlling everything. Sometimes it means accepting help, letting go, and clearing just enough space to see the path ahead.
A quiet summer morning becomes a reminder that success isn't always measured by being busy. From gardening and fly tying to teaching beginners in the Smokies, this Field Note is about choosing a slower, more intentional life.
This first Field Note shares a summer morning inside our converted old church—living without air conditioning, tending the garden, returning from Minnesota, and finding beauty in ordinary life.
