“My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer…”
-Robert Burns, Farewell to the Highlands
This week my family ate salmon from our home river marinated with the berries we picked while fishing for the salmon. Tonight we’ll have venison that’s never been packaged, frozen, processed, or touched by anybody other than me. Next week we’ll thaw halibut or crab from the bay and eat it in a home warmed by wood fire and an intense love for each other and the land that preserves us.
It’s not just a good way to live. I’m starting to believe it’s the right way.
