Stanley Crawford

Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit…

— Stanley Crawford

Next to blood relationships, come water relationships.

— Stanley Crawford

To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world.

— Stanley Crawford

“Often he vanished for days down the spiral staircase into the engine-room to overhaul the weary machinery, leaving me with a curt…

— Stanley Crawford

Perhaps it was Maggie, perhaps not. In solitary moments magpies will perch on a branch and mutter soft soliloquies of whines and…

— Stanley Crawford

“So that where I once did not know who or what you were, now I wonder who I or we are, or…

— Stanley Crawford

I was a new writer and I was supposed to write all the time, wasn't I? I had not yet discovered that…

— Stanley Crawford

“Finally when he climbed below deck after dark, wondering where his dinner was, perhaps with a storm come up and rough seas…

— Stanley Crawford

“So what about you?"  I would conclude. "What about your life?  Is it organically lived?"  Here I might pause to summon up…

— Stanley Crawford

There is always something rough and tumble about planting - because with our clumsy implements we must reach from our atmospheric element…

— Stanley Crawford