"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The First Bite

I have a confession...
I'm paralyzed when I walk into a grocery store.
Stay on the periphery where the real food is.
Read the labels...high fructose corn syrup, guar gum, soy derivatives.
Then came the books...Joan Dye Gussow, Barbara Kingsolver, Vandana Shiva,
and Michael Pollan dammit
Now I can't buy a plum tomato without visions of that darn tomato being picked by immigrant farm workers living in abandoned refrigerators in Immokalee.

I rant in front of bags of grapes imported from Chile
I cringe at the plastic in which everything is wrapped, boxed, and displayed.
I wonder where all the leftover produce goes when it's
just a little wilted
I stomp up & down the aisles saying:
"are you kidding me...ARE YOU KIDDING ME???"
my peanuts love that part

I decided I was going to grow all our food.
My husband looked at me like I had two heads, but knew MUCH better than to say anything

So this was our garden


ripped out old tennis court...

trucked in composted organic soil...

planted stuff...watched it grow

and grow...

Whoops...forgot one thing...
the darn peanuts HATE VEGETABLES

So what happens to the mom when she's just a little wilted

3 comments:

  1. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    you DID IT! do you miss the big garden?

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  2. Where did you get the organic soil from? We need a truck load, Mike just finished tilling and framing the raised beds. Very exciting.

    Oh, just saw this if you need chickens:

    http://hudsonvalley.craigslist.org/grd/1172266816.html

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  3. i know - you told me to wait, i couldn't resist. i can pack anytime...our flight's not 'til tomorrow...

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She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.