Native Places: Splendor in the Grass

Splendor in the grass Each year in springtime, the fireflies return to my garden. It’s what the essayist and novelist Marilynne Robinson called “the resurrection of the ordinary.” Not the resurrection of human beings, but of the earth. If fireflies only appeared every 100 years, would people rush out to see them like millions of … Continue reading Native Places: Splendor in the Grass