Mother Earth, We Love You

Slowing down, to savor the miracle of this earth. And, sitting in the garden this morning, silently thanking the spirit of the earth, Pachamama, for sustaining us. May we sustain her, with more grace and intelligence each day.

April Sun, Snowflakes and a Cup of Sweet Rose Tea

Not many words are needed for this spectacular morning on Earth. Just look, and click to enlarge – the sun shown at an angle through the delicate mounds of snow, and in several photos, captured the exquisite singular snowflakes themselves… This next is definitely a photo to enlarge – and the next two after this — please…

Just Before the Rain, or: When I Feel Fragile I Look to the Earth

My body feels fragile today. Human. Delicate. Unsettled. With love, and more than a little gratitude, I look to the earth: She always comforts me. With her intricacies, her breadth. And especially the details. All the glorious details. Though much has changed, since these perennials last sprouted, in my life, my heart – to see them…

A Fervent Planting Day, Spring Altar, and Persian Soup

A wildness is coursing through my veins, bucking winter out of nooks and crannies with a single minded purpose. Get out in that dirt, and start digging. When I did, I immediately unearthed three carrots from last fall – they were crisp, and looked so inviting I came back inside, kicked off my shoes, and ate…

Little Signs, Pachamama and the Smell of Spring

Pachamama, we can only witness  —  your inspirations welling up green and bright when light stirs you fragrant into spring. Overheard rhetorical question in the tiny Paonia post office this morning, a 55 degree day before another winter storm tonight: “Spring is on it’s way – eventually, right?” And then the rugged questioner turned, gray bearded and smiling,…

Snow Drifts for a Table ….. and Garden Visions

Homemade goat cheese + homemade crackers + hot sun in the snow out the back door = Perfect. So grateful for wonderful food and friends…and early samples before they arrive… I had fun making these: And need to tweak the recipe just a little before I send it out into space to you….alright? The garden…

Snowdrops Spotted on February 5th and My Heart Sings

A rush in my heart and a smile on my face – I’m grateful that something so small – has the capacity to bring such joy inside me. I discovered snowdrops blooming on my mid-day walk today. Slipping across the ice, fingers wishing I’d worn gloves. Sweetness.

Beet Chips with Kosher Salt and Rosemary

The temperature was -4 early this morning, with a very thin, fine powder of new snow over all. The garden is buried, with my popcorn and cranberry garland from the holidays swinging forlornly from some branches out back. Sweet juncos, a chickadee or two, and flickers will soon be flitting about in spite of the frigid…

the sweet fall harvests

Each day at this point in the garden season is a treasure. Be-jeweled. I feel it. Looking about this plot of ground, October 4th in the afternoon, I feel the gift big time. It makes poignant, clear sense, to truly be present in the moment these days of twirling, fleeting gold and changing season. And I do my best. Looking for beauty, and…

I Had Dreams of This Tostada….

Yes, I dreamt up this tostada, fully awake but mesmerized, standing in and meandering through the fall garden, creating in my head with what was possible – given ingredients in my pantry and what could be harvested that day. Autumn in the garden is soo beautiful, with goldfinches landing on ripe sunflower heads, making them bob and…