The uplands of my home country in north central Kentucky are sloping and easily eroded, dependent for safekeeping upon year-round cover of perennial plants.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a deep connection to the environment and the importance of preserving natural ecosystems.
Wendell Berry expresses his appreciation for the landscape of Kentucky, emphasizing the need for perennial plants that protect the soil from erosion. This highlights the relationship between a region's natural features and its sustainability, suggesting that care for the environment is essential for maintaining the beauty and health of our home landscapes.
In practice
In a speech about environmental conservation, one might say, 'As Wendell Berry notes, the uplands of my home country are dependent on the cover of perennial plants.'
We weren't allowing our hopes to become expectations. Expectations are tempting, pleasant, maybe necessary. They are scary too, once you have had some experience. They are not necessarily and not always a bucket of smoke, but they can be and are even likely to be.
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Nature tells every secret once.
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