The marge is an edge between things, often poetically invoking the vibrant and the wild. It is lively margin, a place between. Landscape architects practice there: bringing expertises together, synthesizing the aesthetic and technical, mediating among many to make place. I work there as an academic: entwining landscape practice with humanist ideas of environment and culture. All living beings, dare I say, dwell on a marge at present, between a somewhat steady past and an increasingly unpredictable future.