With humor and a keen sense of appreciation for the beauty ofa fading ower petal and the swollen belly of a well-fed leech, Jennifer Neves's essays pull readers from one boundary of her42-acre farm to the next. From the trickle of winter melt in amuddy streambed to the catch and release of a family ofskunks, Neves's essays never fail to make the case for rural life.The roots of her family cannot be detangled from those of thecherry tree or the trillium ower, and Neves playfully investigateswhy this might be so. Her words invite the reader toshare in self-discovery, in reverence for the land, and in thesometimes quiet, but most often astonishingly loud businessof raising a handful of feral children.