My partner recently entered my blog posts into a word cloud called Wordle, it clouds words based on frequency. Pretty cool!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A deal with the devil
I did it. I made a deal with the devil.
The devil with a petroleum engine, start plugs- who smokes smog and guzzles down swills of freeway pavement.
After a few years of being car-free. I bought an auto-mobile. A girl on the go.
Months of debating the options on a hopeless quest to find a car I can believe in- I settled on the VW TDI Super wagon. One part sports car, one part mom mobile. It gets 50 mpg and can run b-5 biodiesel. Ranked the green car of the year.
I took the train from Santa Cruz to Roseville and biked into the auto mall, built like a race track, four lanes of people test driving their new cars. Car sales man turned their heads to stare at my bright pink 80's speed racer, paniers, toe clips and all, as I pulled in to the dealership.
Everything checked out, and I came home with an almost new car. One that will last me a good long time, keep me safe, and allow me to cart flowers, any where I so choose. In living in America, sometimes we're forced to make these deals. Sell our souls to be able to fully participate, show up for family, and market goods. I'm grateful for the opportunity to challenge my inhibitions and make friends with my own personal demons.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Down Garden Flowers
It's incredible being in the down garden, the floral center of the farm. There must be 40 different types of flowers on at present. Dahlias, zinnias, roses, perennials, annuals, filler. It's like gardening in a florist shop. Two days a week we spend an entire morning with the flowers; cutting, prepping, and arranging them for our market cart. It's one of the most magical things, arranging flowers- I'm convinced it slows down time. Makes us pause to reflect on the beauty and peace in life. Exquisite.
Al's big 100
Allan Chadwick turned 100 a few weeks ago.
The farm center was enshrouded in a thick fog that morning, the grey blue light seeping in through the cracks in the walls.
Our desert farmie had placed candles along the tables, side lined by roses, the small flames held tribute to our founder.
A crazy passionate high knee sock wearing poet, who probably would still fit right in.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
10 phone calls and a mouse
It's the peak of summer, and it seems like these days, I don't have time for anything more than existence on the farm. Between bounty and harvest, celebration and education- my brain and time is packed full, leaving just enough space so that any disturbance throws my delicately balanced existence out of wack. So when my inbox started to pile up, and my voice mail box was full, my laundry left undone and my tent uncleaned- I already felt overwhelmed.
Enter the mouse.
Who knew that such a small creature could reek such havoc in such a small amount of time? Some of my favorite shirts, gone the way of summer nest making.
Perfect straw to break the camels back. Mouse straw. Real living outdoors.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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