Sun Setting On Our Field, by Rainer

Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give this world
All its

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its

We all remain




Friday, January 30, 2009

Hey, look at all the clay about 4 feet underground!

We're only a few blocks from the Mad River...

...past the cow pasture.

Being uphill from the river probably 50 feet above sea level, the land here must have been part of a seismic shifting, leaving behind this great clay and a new path for the river.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Bloom Day, January 15, 2009

Bloom Day basket full of blossoms and buds.

Mustard greens?

I want to high five these favas.

Chopped the stalks yesterday and just look what was growing!
Fresh young fennel.

Thriving patch of wintergreen mint.




Thursday, January 1, 2009

New front yard solution: raspberry arc, with a hay bale windbreak. Never mowed, never will.

He just figured out he can climb this Japanese red plum tree.

Note impossible to distinguish stalks of wild rose, curly willow, a poplar and hedging. And we're kittysitting. To the right mostly out of sight is a row that has had every single plant eaten by gophers. Garlic, fava beans, sunflowers. Potatoes are the latest offering.