A week ago today, I, my wife Beth, and our nine-month-old daughter Cariysa moved into a cabin in the woods on a mountain in rural Maryland. It’s a short walk from a small organic farm with crops, cows, pigs, horses, and a wonderful family that’s going to teach us as much as our heads can hold during this growing season.

We’re both still alive and kicking, generally each other. Nature, I’ve discovered, doesn’t dig in and root out all your bad habits. It merely provides less distractions from them than the average contemporary home.