My last post seems eons ago…. and I’m writing this from a new home, across the state of Colorado, in a new state of mind! There is so much to say, and how, how can I catch up, with the day to day happenings – the details of the garden, food relished and the light,…
Category: Oneness with Nature
Itsy Bitsy Spiders
Change is beginning to charge pretty unmistakably through my life! On June 30, one entire year since I began this blog with an incredible garden by my side, I will be moving away from the North Fork Valley. I have so many feelings, thoughts, words. And then – choose it to be love. Just love….
The Promise of Plums
The promise of plums like glowing constellations spark the midday sky
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…
Welcoming Bees … in the Apricot Blossoms
There is always something to be grateful for. The heady buzzing, dizzying swoop and impulses of bees. I stand near the apricot blossoms, opening today in April 3rd sun, and the bees navigate instinctively, intently, all around me, paying me no mind. What is it like, guided by scent and temperature through the world? Diaphanous whir…
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,…
Like a Raccoon – Washing Potatoes for a Frittata
Sometimes mornings are like this: Like a Raccoon: Washing Potatoes for a Frittata Holding the potato under running water I turn it, over and over finding the little eyes, then my fingers working to flick them off, cleaning my own eyes not watching – there, but gazing off to the left the brightness of the kitchen door…
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…
The Delicate Trails of Deer through Snow-flight
A few days ago I woke up to six more inches of snow and surprise tracks at the back door. I could see them from the kitchen. I live right in town, and a small town at that. It takes about 2 minutes to get to the country, and even from my back yard I can turn…
Don’t Frack the Fork! A Fierce and Tender Love, from Garden to Table
I live in the North Fork Valley of southwestern Colorado, in the small town of Paonia. The North Fork refers to the mighty Gunnison river, which ebbs and flows in varying degrees of tame and wild depending on the season. This community became my home nearly 6 years ago, and I have grown to adore it, land,…
Dawn Through an Ice Crystal Forest
This morning I smiled knowing that whatever else comes my way today I began the day gazing at dawn through the magic of an ice crystal forest
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 