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Summer: Day #1
We attended the Occidental Farmer's Market.
Ate freshly made pizza. Purchased fresh eggs and veggies. Ran into friends we hadn't seen in months.
The cabbage(s) in the Wildflour garden were unbelievable!!! I guess I'd never seen cabbage grow. They are almost the size of G's head.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunset Magazine Kind of Weekend
I also cut our two artichokes before they started to bloom. I usually forget about them and they go to seed, but I wanted to make sure I at least tried them this year. I steamed them and they didn't take long at all to prepare. They did taste a little different than artichokes I've purchased from the grocery store. They had a slight citrus taste to them and weren't very meat-y, but still pretty good.
Here's the part where I brag about where we live. Buckle up.
I live in an amazing place and I am reminded of it every time I go to a local farmer's market, pick up my mail at the post office, spot my son's photo in the local paper, have coffee with my neighbor, dig in the dirt with my family, read a book written by a local author that I actually know, pick up a magazine that features people that live in my own backyard, listen to musicians who sing about farm life and bump into farmers (who are also poets) at the mobile library and dine at a restaurant overlooking the Russian River as it flows into the Pacific Ocean. It is community that fills me up and reminds me why we sold our house, quit our jobs and made the move north to Sonoma County. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Marine Mammals & Tide Pools
Hundreds of lady bugs on washed up seaweed covered the beach.
Here is the same anemone fully opened under water. There is a glare on the picture, but it was gorgeous to see in person. The kids squealed with delight.
I always enjoy a trip to the beach at low tide. It transports you and there is something about being at the edge of the Continent that makes you stop, slow down and examine life's littlest treasures and figure out your place in the world. When life gets hectic - a trip to the beach always puts things in perspective for me.
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