Back to 10

I am slowing down in the running department….it has become more of a shuffle around town. My brain is constantly reminding my feet at the other extreme to pick themselves up and keep moving. A 10 minute mile is the goal – but …if a bright idea surfaces, I have to walk in order to think – haha.

Moses would have been in good shape in order to hike anywhere while carrying stone tablets. There must have been quite a stack, one for each new thought. Imagine if all of us would strive to follow those ten words from the One who put all things in motion. Politics aside – reasoning together for the hope of ALL children. My oh, my soul weeps when I stop and think about the things done in my name.

There will be at least 10 good eats for farm share members today. The last salad greens were harvested – only for members! We kept the ‘one cuts’ under shade cloth to extend the season. Cucumbers are slowing down – whew! Red bell peppers and cute little lunch box peppers give a bright splash of color and oh so sweet. A choice of eggplant, kale, green beans or fennel. An herb for flavor: basil, parsley, summer savory, or dill. And of course….tomatoes.

Take a 10 minute run or walk and think about 10 ways to be a blessing this day. Hmmmm

Precious, precocious childhood

It’s been 55 years ago that I wandered through caves in northern Thailand on Saturday outings with the rest of the children in the boarding house. Monkeys guarded the entrance as a guide would gather his gear…a flashlight..and we trooped in. Tight squeezes, caverns of bats, watching drops of water from stalactites over ‘mites made for an exciting excursion. The sunlight was greeted with cheers as we exited and raced for our seats in the van. We sang all the way home, songs with repeating verses to give joy to hours.

I’ve been at a US border, on a return trip, and was questioned whether I could prove that my children were my own! I have an internal fear of folks with authority who may have a cap, an office and a gun. I’ve crossed more borders than the years I have wandered this planet. At any point, if I had been taken from my family……

I don’t understand why folks in this country act the way they do….often with a cap, an office and a gun. Making memories of such magnitude will erase childhood that is only a precious moment in time.

Jubilee Market is set up with childhood in mind…..there is a library of wonderful books that can be borrowed or read while enjoying a munch, toys, puzzles, colors and closets of fun. Just ask. A whole row of large tomatoes was poked by a little finger the other day. Grrrrr. That’s the precocious part.

We have plenty of tomatoes left – a tasting party so you can choose which variety you like best…..they are ALL good! For farm share members there will also be: a small Salad mix(coming to the end)/Raspberries , Cucumbers, Broccoli/Green beans, Basil/Summer savory.




In a pickle

I came close to shutting down this adventure due to someone with a nametag and a sticker on their car questioning my pickles and jams. It’s amazing, it is – and it’s a long story. The wee hours of the morning gave me more insight along with ‘approved’ recipes. A required class and a processing authority, of which we do not have in Minnesota….and reams of HACCP paperwork, gives me the permission to make safe Rhubarb Raspberry Jam once again. There is an on line class for $400 and each submitted recipe will cost another $125…..add that up once. Yep, I’m in a sour pickle.

The daily showers of blessings should move us into a most honored spot. Surrounded by water and watching the crops ferment (get pickled?) in the fields is a sad end to previous high hopes. There is a long list of woes but the new day looks promising so off we go!

Farm shares should receive choices from: broccoli, green onions, garlic scapes, kale, tomatoes, cucumbers, kohlrabi, mint/basil/lovage/lemonbalm and salad mix.

Power full

It can sneak up on the innocent and the guilty in a silent, enigmatic manner. It builds up over time, much like the dust bunnies under my bed. POWER, it may be real and as hard as steel but also virtual and only perceived as being a strong force. When combined with love, it can stand in harm’s way as intercessor….hmmmm.

As a parent, I decided early on that I did not trust those in power who arranged childcare for me…one was in a house that had ash trays the size of wash basins in each room and another time and place it was with someone who used alcohol to calm her fears. Steve and I terminated our work earlier than expected, due to the emphasis on our children being in boarding school across the border in the next country over. I weep inside over the harm we cause our littlest ones – wherever they come from. Power.

This all has a connection to farming… time to ponder troubles. Nutrition, what we power our bodies with, is a key factor in the life we will be able to lead. I know, I know – I am on repeat – repeat. But it is true and the majority of ears need it stated in a different manner since the message isn’t lodging in the wisdom section between the hearing apparatuses. Power.

Do we live for the moment or is there thought for what life will be like in 20 years down the path we have chosen? Will the world’s children gather around and call us blessed?

Our hope is that tables are always welcoming the stranger and everyone can enjoy this week’s shares: salad mix, head lettuce, romaine, kohlrabi, garlic scapes, garlic scallions, green onions, kale, cucumbers, and TOMATOES!


Twist and hug

Gibbons were my playmates when home on vacations. The ‘gazoopwa’, as they were known in the Karen language, had a wire that connected them from our house to a gigantic tree in the front yard. They would zoop down the wire on their pulley and chain as soon as we arrived with any sort of munch to share. We braved the tree a couple times to join them in the safety of the huge branches. The ‘tree’ was actually a strangler fig which had surrounded the original tree and squeezed out most of its life.

Cucumbers have a less invasive way of reaching the sunlight; their tendrils swing around until they touch something and then they change internally and hug whatever they come in contact with. We wind a cord around each cucumber vine and snap off their tendrils so they don’t become a massive jungle. I wonder if cucumbers are a little less scrumptious without a twist and a hug? Ours are magnificent, but maybe ……

This week’s farm share will be full of hugs and twists since we pick everything by hand! Salad mix, green onions, rhubarb or kale, kohlrabi, head lettuce, cucumbers, garlic scallions, garlic scapes, and a choice of herbs: mint, lovage, oregano or lemon balm.