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The End of Eden: Writings of an Environmental Activist
171 pages. $15.00.
|The essays of Thomas Rain
Crowe combine with the stirring illustrations of Robert Johnson to produce a
prophetic vision of the world in which we live -- a vision of what we have and what we
stand to lose through our careless disregard for the Earth and its finite resources. A kind of activist’s handbook,
this is one man’s attempt at saving his homeland from mindless hedonism, outside invasion, and outright
denial -- writing as if there might be enough universal truth to be of some use to others experiencing similar incursions in their own
“Straight-forward and heartfelt…in his writing, Crowe does not expect everyone to
unplug and head for the woods as he once did, but the lessons he learned contain valuable truths that we ignore at our peril. Like Thoreau, he is a chanticleer, hoping to wake us.”
--- John Sledge, Mobile Register
“Robert Johnson is a profoundly gifted
artist filled with originality, intelligence, and integrity. Following in the footsteps of Frederic Church, his artwork is an exhilarating tribute to our natural world. He promotes a connection to the environment that inspires the viewer with a profound sense of
--- John Cram, Director, Blue Spiral I Gallery, Ashville, NC
|From the Book ---
It's the end of October and I’ve still got tomatoes on the vine.
Native, June-blooming rhododendrons are flowering again.
Hummingbirds are still here and coming to the feeders. Walnuts
hanging from the leafless walnut trees like Christmas tree
ornaments, not able to drop. Yellow-jackets still coming and going
actively to their underground nests. Raccoons still coming into
the corn patch thinking that August must have come ‘round again
and that there is corn. Following the wettest summer on record, we’re
in the midst of a draught. Here in Tuckasegee, it’s only rained
twice in the last two months. I’m having to hand-water the
heather, just to keep them alive. With my woodpile ready for the
winter, I’ve not even thought about starting a fire. Strange
days. . . .
. . . . . . .
Things are hoppin’ here at the tailgate market this week. With
corn, tomatoes and beans coming in, the folks who have only been
circling the market for the last month, have landed and have come
in to check things out. With ole-timey fiddle and guitar music
coming from the jam-session going on in the music tent as a
fitting backdrop, the business of banter & barter goes on at
each tailgate station.
"I’m bad to cook with fat
back," I can hear one customer saying a couple truck-beds
down the line. She is buying fresh cabbage from one of the vendors—
"I just add a cup of water to the oil in the skillet and
throw in the chopped cabbage for a few minutes, and it’s done.
Now, you talk about good!"
A large red SUV with Missouri
plates pulls up along the curb in front of my truck, rolls down
his window and shouts, "You got any peaches?" To his
drive-in, drive-by approach I respond, "No, this is NORTH
Carolina, South Carolina is down the road and to the right."
He smiles sarcastically, and drives away.
Aside from the chatter, there has been a lot
of talk today about the importance of growing and buying good food
and the mindset of buying locally. I remember my old friend Zoro
saying to me some twenty years ago, "Folks are livin’ out
of cans and pokes these days. When it’s on the table it’s not
fit to eat!" He was talking about trucked-in, store-bought
food and the advantages of a short, legible food chain as being
preferable to refrigerated, long shelf-life foods coming from
across the country and from other continents in various states of
suspended freshness. . . .