A Fish Tale ~ Colorado Kokanee Salmon

The alarm went off at 3:30 am and I truly leapt out of bed. Excited for an early morning adventure – I poured fresh brewed coffee into my mug, gathered my cooler and coat, then hit the road. I was driving through the dark morning hours up Highway 133 in southwest Colorado, making the right…

Plums – under a rain soaked sky

I have been eating. Truly. I have been thinking about recipes, and making them, and then sitting down somewhere and actually eating them. But my recent move – back to the countryside ’round Paonia, Colorado from the city, has added fullness and textures and people that are being juggled, and huggled, sifted and arranged. I…

Covered with Flowers

On a magical plain in Wyoming flowers are blooming like wands. Their white flames touch my heart as I watch them swaying in morning sun, and there is a part of me that will stay here motionless outside of time in a slow dance cheek to cheek with the earth, Pachamama  covered with flowers, with…

Spuds of Joy!

Big smile. The first potatoes of the season are here! I decided to cheer up and dig a little. The hail storm I wrote about a few weeks ago TRULY pummeled the potato plants, their big dark leaves ripped and stems scarred all over. Five of them continued to wither, then finally dried up. I…

Hail Soup and Summer 2014, Day 2

Hail yeah?  There was a whopper of a storm today. “A TERRIFIC storm,” some might say.  Heads nearly rolled! Tattered tomato plants, the potatoes even worse. Battered squash. Shredded corn leaves. Some carnage.  Matter of factly, Pachamama served up a sumptuous bowl of hail soup, as the garden reeked of decimated dill and mint and onion….

Inka Chips and a Quechuan Style Ginger Avocado Dip

South America….magic realism… real magic – it’s been in my blood since I’ve been born. Back in 2000, I had the glorious good fortune to travel to Ecuador and be immersed in the Cotopaxi tribe’s culture in the Andean Highlands for a short, yet timeless time… We merged with Pachamama, sacred feminine presence of the…

Weekly Photo Challenge ~ INSIDE

Today i walk inside a peony she is calling me– this beautiful flower, i hear her amongst morning sounds of waking birds and wind and her fragrance plays a song which opens my heart i breathe and her song becomes a balm of light entering my body i climb this soft path into creation i…

The Refuge of a Pumpkin Flower

When the beauty one encounters is so vast it defies description, I wonder if my heart, beaming strongly through these words is enough to portray why witnessing the refuge of a pumpkin flower awakened me?

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….

Wild Asparagus Soup and Other Joys

I spy asparagus! My good friend Loui and I took a walk with her dog Simon last week while I was visiting her and her husband up in northern Colorado. She brought several newspaper bags along – one for Simon – and two for picking the wild asparagus. Which reminds me of a little Jerry…

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…