I’ve never signed up for a share of a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) because my vegetable garden produces more than enough to fill my small chest freezer. I haven’t signed up for a meat CSA either, because i’m not a big meat eater and because the very small local farmers market supplies all my needs–chickenRead more about Flower CSA[…]
Today would have been my grandmother’s 120th birthday. When we were small, my brothers and sister and i would go to the woods across the road and pick a bouquet for her–spring beauties, jacks-in the-pulpit, dutchmen’s breeches, and phlox divercata (which we called bluebells). When Nonnie died, 35 years ago, she left $600 to eachRead more about Legacy from My Grandmother[…]
My mind tells me to go out to the garden to plant onions. My body walks out the back door and starts filling up my new Vegogarden. The instructions recommend Hugelkultur–a fast way to build a raised bed. The bottom layer is cardboard–starting with the box the kit arrived in. Next, I walk in the woods,Read more about The Body Knows[…]
One of things i love about a trip to the tropics is the easy access to my favorite tropical fruits. Besides papaya, i love tiny bananas. These bananas are about 3 inches long–just the right size for 3 bites. They are already nicely ripe, sweet, and delicious. In the case of bananas, small is betterRead more about Tiny Bananas[…]
We are in Puerto Rico, soaking up sunshine before gardening season begins. I’ve been buying papayas at roadside stands. Delicious, totally ripe papayas. And so good for the elimination system. Tropical prunes, you could say, but more fun to eat. There are a few qualities we might like to eliminate from our minds–self-judgment, for instance.Read more about Papaya for Breakfast[…]
We are staying at an Airbnb in Puerto Rico and spending most of our time on the terrace, gazing out at the hills and, in the distance, the ocean. Sitting on the corner wall of the terrace is a tiny garden of 3 succulents. I’ve stayed in several Airbnbs and seen little fake succulents asRead more about Tiny Garden[…]
I found American persimmons at a local orchard–a November fruit that isn’t fit to eat until after it’s been frozen. Oh, that orange fruit looks so tempting–but it will pucker your mouth dry, dry, dry. Only after the fruit has been frosted and turned brown-black and mushy does it become delicious. Maybe that’s a bitRead more about Persimmon Paradox[…]
My last green tomatoes are slowly turning red. They don’t have that fresh, juicy garden-tomato taste, but they do taste like tomatoes, even though they look wrinkly-old. Sort of like me. I still have flavor even though my outer appearance isn’t as fresh and juicy as it used to be.
Was it just yesterday that the magnolias had green leaves? Today they are warm yellow. Was it just last week that Howard was alive? Today he is gone. Change. Big changes. Here today; gone tomorrow. Sit. Take it in. Really take those warm yellow leaves into your heart.
We took a walk on our private road after sunset last evening. A strange truck was parked along the side. Hunters! i thought with resistance. Hunting season has started. Fifteen minutes later, as we returned in the deepening dusk, the truck was gone, but it hadn’t passed us. Ah! There it was, near our driveway.Read more about Walking Toward Death[…]