The 4th Thursday of Every November…

is dedicated to gratitude. As it should be, every American should be thankful for the Indigenous folk who saved their starving fundamentalist fannies so that the culture could grow and weed out those who helped in their time of dire need. So, many get together and re-envision what that gratitude could look like now —Continue reading “The 4th Thursday of Every November…”

Tuesday Happenings: Catching up

The chill is in the air. The bee balm seed heads sway with frost, the leaves on the peach trees are finally giving up, the witch hazel has had her last bloom for the season. We’ve shucked the beans (such glorious beans — Doloff, Purple Podded Pole, and True Red Cranberry Pole Beans), dried Calendula,Continue reading “Tuesday Happenings: Catching up”

Another Monday already, another muse

Early Frost BY Scott Cairns This morning the world’s white face reminds usthat life intends to become serious again.And the same loud birds that all summer longannoyed us with their high attitudes and chattersilently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned,chastened enough. They look as if they’re waiting for thingsto grow worse, but areContinue reading “Another Monday already, another muse”

Happenings — Not Happenings

Samhain is generally a time of renewal, of connecting with our ancestors for strength and knowledge in the ‘waking world’. But this waking world is asleep, adrift. It is hard today to contemplate the connection of all things (in time, space, ecology…) but the new chill helps to pull our thoughts and people close. MyContinue reading “Happenings — Not Happenings”

Recipe Thursday: Stuffed Poblanos

This wonderful amalgamation is brought to you by the beautiful late-season peppers populating Andrews Farm here in Gardiner. Our jalapenos have come and gone but they are resplendent in sweet long red, yellow, and orange peppers (whose name I do not know), green chilis (graciously and mostly for us!), and poblanos. As other crops haveContinue reading “Recipe Thursday: Stuffed Poblanos”

A Muse for Monday

Grandmother in the Garden ~ Louise Gluck The grass below the willowOf my daughter’s wash is curledWith earthworms, and the worldIs measured into row on rowOf unspiced houses, painted to seem real.The drugged Long Island summer sun drainsPattern from those empty sleeves, beyond my grandsonSquealing in his pen. I have survived my life.The yellow daylightContinue reading “A Muse for Monday”