WFP: A regular update, but let’s face it- it’s mostly about food.
There’s so much to do these days! It has been so nice to walk slowly through my yard, with a bowl full of chicken slop, discovering all the little beauties that spring has to offer. I’m soaking up the green and all the blossoms and… this season is just like the food it provides. It all feels fresh and bright and good for me.
Blossoms on our little cherry tree.
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We planted our cabbage, broccoli, and brussels sprouts. When I say "we" I mean Jeff and Vera. I had run out on an errand while little Asa was sleeping, and they got to work while it was still light out. Jeff reported that he carefully showed her how to do it, and that she took the instruction and, armed with her little blue plastic trowel, she got to work. Jeff said he watched out of the corner of his eye as she perfectly planted over a dozen of these delicate little plants. After about 15 or so, she apparently dropped her trowel and announced she was going in the house. Jeff protested, saying that he needed her help, but she told him she was done planting for now. Later on we both laughed while he told me the story, and we got this warm fuzzy profound feeling about it all. You know, that we are "We". That she was actually helpful and not just "helping". We are a family. And not just that, but we are a family that tries to provide for our own needs- we all get our hands dirty, we all grow and cook and handle our food, we all do the dishes, and we all have a say here. I’m looking forward to seeing what our kids will think about all this- what kind of influence and input they’ll have, and what kind of a difference it will make for them to have this kind of agency over their lives. I mean, I know it’s made a difference for me.
So much of what we do and why we do it comes down to food. I mean, I’d be lying if I said that I fostered some kind of innate concern about the natural world without it first having to do with my own needs and desires. I mean, it certainly has grown to be a genuine concern, but I was catapulted into this world through concern for my own body. I desire clean food and clean water, a healthy body, and a happy and balanced mind. Now, in my desire for all those things, I have found myself on this path, one that helps me to care for and about so much more than just my own body. Food is profound stuff. Food tells a story, if you let it. And, if you hear the story it tells, it inevitably leads to action. That’s just what I think.
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I swear, every time I read one of your posts, it brings tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. Your writing just oozes health, vitality, and the profound love you have for your beautiful little family. It is such a joy to follow along on all of your adventures, great and small, <3
What a nice comment! You make me feel all fuzzy! I love having this outlet, and I’m glad that my words meet you so happily. 🙂 I love reading about your adventures, too.
This! 😀
Borage is nice. You can eat it fresh or preserve/use it medicinally. I grew a big ol’ plant last season and it grew big and beautiful!
This website has good info on it’s various purposes and uses. http://www.flowersociety.org/three_borage.htm
Thanks! I’m excited about it. 🙂