So here I am. The big thing this time was the death of one of my Permaculture teachers, Patricia Allison.
She was real. Not one for ego and pretense, she did what she loved and she lived in the now...I hope I'm getting there.
But when I die, I don't want people to remember me by my Facebook posts.
I want my garden to remember me, and I want to leave a legacy of quilts for my nieces. I want all of my great-nieces and nephews to feel like I feel about Patricia-that I taught them that they can do it-they have it within themselves to achieve. Sometimes we just need an extra little bit of someone who believes in us.
So reassessing takes me off of Facebook, and back into the garden. Thankfully the rain of the last week has let up and I could see blue sky and green grass and sunshine today. That helps my sad heart...
I need to post a full farm update, soon, but in the mean time, here's some photos of the farm...
|Blue Heron-I think looking for a place to nest|
|Alder's fava beans. The flowers smell like cinnamon perfume!!|
|Favas with the bluff across the creek in the background. |
You can tell how tall it is by looking at the trees on the top.
|The Bees are very happy!|
|John Barleycorn-Alder's barley crop.|
|Bumble bee on rosemary blossoms|
|Small orchard/herb garden. Plum left and apple center. |
All of the fencing is to keep the geese from stomping on my plants.
|The "Nibble Garden" right out side the front door where you can pick food without getting your slippers wet. This is what's overwintered.|
|Alder's "mostly rodent proof" cage for starting small plants, in the tiny lean-to cold-frame against the south side of our house.|