we hadn't had rain in weeks. The fields to the left—baked bare. The pastures to the right—exhausted, dusty, and parched. But the fog stayed here. Right over our windrows. Right over the exact ground where we've been building soil for fifteen years.

Part 1 of The Fantville Papers — A grounding practice in six parts The George house has stood in this clearing for over a century, sheltered by oaks that were old when it was built. The Invitation There's a ghost town two miles from our farm. It doesn't appear on Google Maps. You won't find a historical marker. No one has built a museum or printed brochures or put up one of those brown signs the state uses to tell tourists where to stop. But it was real. It had a post office,