and my passed mother's birthday. My mother was born on July 4, 1914. I remember as a child making and decorating her birthday cake with red, white and blue.
My mother is the second from the right. The others are her sisters: Donna (left), Arlene, Eva and Martha to my mom's left. |
Her brother, and my Uncle Ervy, if around, was always my staunch cheerleader in the effort.
Said uncle is on the right with his brothers Harley (far left) and P.C. in the middle. |
Today I made no birthday cake, rather we went to the Farmers Market in Sebastopol where we stocked up on fresh food for the week. All the wonderful vendors at this particular market offer the best options. Since I do not have a garden yet, I am so grateful these farmers grow such fabulous organic, nutrient dense food: cauliflower, chard, Early Girl tomatoes, eggplant, fennel, Frida spicy mix delicious addition to salads, lettuce, Romano beans and zucchini.
Blenheim apricots, figs and plums |
June Pride peaches |
String of Pearls for my all time favorite hanging apparatus. Now to find the "perfect" window in which to display this fun plant where it will thrive. |
I am just ecstatic to now have a mature Santa Rosa plum tree in my backyard. |
Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard on toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance.
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun --
With joyful interpenetration for all.
GARY SNYDER
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