For those of you who are interested in ecological restoration, food justice, or a DIY lifestyle. This blog is my attempt at documenting my adventures with growing plants (mostly edible plants native to the Pacific Northwest), intended in part as an educational tool. I will be posting about my experiences, resources I find useful, and things I learn as I go along. There isn’t too much yet, other than a pretty good resource list, but you should check it out if that’s your kind of thing.
[text: In our society, growing food yourself has become the most radical of acts. It is truly the only effective protest, one that can - and will - overturn the corporate powers that be. By the process of working in harmony with nature, we do the one thing most essential to change the world - we change ourselves. -Jules Dervaes]
For anyone who only sees gender and sex in black and white, here’s proof by the lovely humon that nature is just as fluid with representations of gender and sex as we are.
that week in early fall
the hills here had been changing colors
in waves like fire rippling down;
the heat in the clear air must have been radiating
from the hills, visible well into the distance.
now, despite the sudden warmth,
this place knows that winter has barely left
and the misty shadow of cold hangs in the valley
a veil to hide the beauty of these hills.
after waiting through the twilight
flew eastward into the night
Erie in the moonlight,
moon bright
on black and white
water and ice
ice water mosaic
geometric, perfectly irregular,
fractal-like
white
in black
water,
ice velvetly paperlike,
not-quite-glowing in darkness
I see all of life outside my window: some trees, some shops, some graves.
On good days, there is the stunning depth of perspective:
lake nooks almost within reach,
rolling hills rolling hills rolling
Cascades in the distance
but usually it’s just the old man’s beard gleefully lounging
right outside my window, and
Office Depot squinting its redness
at me up the ravine slope.