Show me a garden plot at the end of February and I’ll be happy through November. July 30, 2018 So much to love How does Pachamama hold such beauty? Today: Rainbow chard, mixed lettuces, purple kale, blue lake green beans, burgundy beans, snap and snow peas and their greens, beets, squash blossoms, cucumber, and herbs,…
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Autumn Equinox : Sunflower Teachings
Autumn equinox blessings to you. Our hearts are many. Our dreams radiate – Our task is to shine, and merge with the turning leaves, the drying grasses – the digging squirrels, the beets still growing in our gardens. Merge with the sunsets, arriving sooner every day. Merge with the darkness, and find the stars, luminous…
Grain-free! The Perfect Almond Flour Bundt Cake
I have been so excited to finally, FINALLY bake with almond flour, and that moment actually arrived when I had the perfect occasion. My housewarming party. 🙂 I am loving my new environs, and couldn’t wait to celebrate and entertain a few friends. I was going all out in a smallish way, without a lot…
Today was quietly spectacular
Today was quietly spectacular, walking by the ponds, hearing the trilling song of red-winged blackbirds returning, my heart soothed by beauty.
It Feels Like Chilies in Adobo
It Feels like Chilies in Adobo the birds came walking birds came walking birds came walking over the drift of dried grasses into fence No where to go but up they whistled to each other and it sounded like a choir tuning up in heaven from the look of things they left and aren’t…
In the garden
listen within this moment winging inside a conscious rhythm surfaces in birdsong our breath tree shadows our hearts green dappling light tomato leaf and garlic scent dirt and water the steps we take earth on our knees the whole universe inside us dreams become real a star bursts in daylight the seven sisters whirl across…
On Summer Solstice
On Summer Solstice Let there be a ceremony of Light in our hearts. Let our bodies move like sunflowers turn … turn, turning towards sun so there is this refracting, impossible burst, receiving, receiving it, and then Light bends, through deep recess, hiding places, stoney blocks of our histories: just like that flat out shining…
Angels of the Morning – take a walk in the garden
You haven’t heard from me in awhile, dear readers, and the reason why is I’ve been collecting my things and finding a new home and garden in which to dwell. And once several hours of dirt digging has taken place, and some sweat on sunny days – my spirit begins to connect with the earth,…
Drunk on Spring
Oh, Colorado. Thank you for Spring. Such a tease you are.
To persevere with joy
All the grace that may be gleaned, I wish it for you as we travel on, negotiating this journey of life – and a very happy new year – from my backyard, and home, to yours. The last sunset of 2015, seen through my western window through icicle and orchard, brings me to this: “Turn…
Incan Quinoa Salad with Roast Yams, Sweet Peppers, Black Beans, Lime and Chilies
Years ago, I’d been studying with indigenous healers from South America here in the states. A trip to their homeland had not quite manifested, but I had to get out adventuring somewhere. My solo camping trip to Mesa Verde and Chaco Canyon inspired my spirit, and inspired this satisfying main dish salad. I made three hearty…
Spring Fever on Peony Lane
Nothing quite like laying on the earth with these beauties ….. Sharing space with spring-drunk bees … And sky with budding bushes Few words to share, and that feels so peaceful. Letting the beauty of nature take over.
They’re here! Pachamama’s Beautiful Food Limited Edition Note Card Sets
If you’ve been following along on my winding path of food and beauty and Pachamama for awhile, you know I love to take photographs. I meandered slowly through countless images of my days outside in the garden and on this earth, and decided last month to have some printed up as cards. Today I’ve been…
Snow Goddess Sings
Snow goddess sings in mallard wings through frosted dawn. Wink of another moon she paints across eastern skies and a new season rises. Reflected in whirled ice she lounges by creek bank in snowdrifts, coaxing, teasing water with old stories until it gurgles, chortling beneath solid surface. Snow goddess ecstatic in blizzard becomes the oak…
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 