Brad Kessler

Loved this. I read it with quiet mind, savoring it in small tastes. Can a book have terroir? If so this one does.

From page one:
"Herding is a way of doing something while doing nothing; it asks only for one's presence, awake, watching animals and earth.

"Wind rakes the trees. Clouds float shadows through the grass. We enter the woods and the goats eat ash, birch, and maple. This evening I'll milk the does back in the barn and when the sun goes down I'll make an aged cheese from their milk called a 'tomme'. Months from now when snow covers the mountains, I'll open that 'tomme' and find this day again inside its rind: the aromatic grass, the leaves, this wind."… (more)