Little Pasture on the Prairie

I am writing this from a hand-hewn table built into the wall of a tinned cabin in the woods. Outside the large picture window, there’s a small meadow of wildflowers below the green canopy of trees, and beyond that a gravel road. I haven’t heard a car all morning, but I have heard the clip-clop of hooves on dirt as a buggy belonging to one of the neighboring Amish farmers passes.The L...