On hiatus. Time to be outside.
Hours with pruners in my hand while the light slowly faded. Longer days make everything seem okay. Dragging branches that fell in all those winter storms. Sorting: Trunks for edging beds, Large branches to make the fence, Small branches to be chopped and composted, needles to be composted with food scraps. Using all parts of the tree.
This isn’t about revenge. Its about moving forward. Its about the long view. Its about continuing to build communities of support around a new kind of regional food system that meets everyone’s needs. Its about collaboration. Its about finding a role in that system that fit my brain, heart & body, without being daunted by a challenge. Its going to be a challenge.
In recent years, I’ve stuck to growing seedlings in the greenhouse at work, not messing with seed starting at home. Today I broke the trend. Growing a few unusual seedlings under grow lights that I may not be able to find anywhere else: valerian, loofa, rapini, boston marrow squash… I don’t have any greenhouse trays at home, so I drilled holes in some take out containers. Thanks J. for saving the boston marrow seeds. They’re in cowpots so they can go right in the ground. There’s over a foot of snow outside, but spring is on its way.
Hash browns, Walking in the sun, Dim Sum, Cook together, Compost, Start seedlings, Flights!, Move rabbits in together, Swim, Tattoo photo, Cut fabric, Hem Pants, Darn.
In my dream, trash, debris and personal possessions are flying around, caught up in a dusty storm. My dream eyes can’t see through the sudden twister, but at the same time can focus in on certain items held aloft. A packet of cilantro seeds gets caught up in a gust and carried away from me. Those seeds were a gift.