This morning's harvest:
hyssop, oregano, yarrow, and calendula
coriander
coming soon -- garlic π
#gardening #homesteading #harvestr #abundance
You CAN grow potatoes from seed.
The potato plants grown from lil' "seed" potatoes are clones. If you're saving and planting your own potatoes year after year it's possible the plants could start to decline in quality.
Saving actual seeds and growing entirely new plants from time to time is a good practice if you're providing your own stock.
#grief #parenting #writing
My middle child passed away a little over 2 years ago. He was 18 years old. Among many other hardships and tragedies in my life this pain is sharply unique. In some ways I've been coping well, in other ways not so much.
I am a reader and a writer. Words, language, and stories are nearly as dear to my wellbeing as food and water.
I have been writing less and less over the last couple years.
Sometimes my feelings of grief and outrage and near-relentless sorrow well up and I can breathe into the pain and make room for it and let it flow through me and out. Some of the feelings are knotted tight, coiled into nooks and caves in my inner being. I think the only way I can release or incorporate these trapped feelings is by sharing and being seen.
Whenever I try to choose a memorial piece that my childβs bones will be incorporated into, I feel as though I will shatter, as though the next breath, or the one after that will begin the cracks that will spread irreversibly through me. I know this is not true. Still, I stopped looking at memorial art.
I believe I need to share my experiences, both for my own health and for the possibility that my words could positively affect someone who needs to hear them. I kept putting it off because I wanted the right words, the right timing, the right platform, the right schedule, the right persona. Because it is my learned inclination to be reserved and private and to keep most of my Self hidden most of the time.
This morning I cried suddenly, missing his smile, his laugh, his hug. I knew it was time and I promised myself that I would write AND SHARE something TODAY, and here it is.
#suicide #mentalhealth
We recently tried fireweed honey for the first time. It's unique for sure! And delicious π
You assume a great deal π
I'm more curious how you would describe or define an experience of "embarrassingly relentless love" from God in response to pride.
Is it something you experience chiefly internally, through prayer? Or through synchronicities that encourage you to examine certain beliefs and behaviors?
That's where my brain would be! π±
Can you give an experiential example of this?
Homemade vanilla ice cream is one of my favorite treats, though store bought vanilla is one of the most insipid.
One of my more elaborate creations was orange cream with orange jam swirl and topped with chocolate covered hazelnuts π€€
Also good:
Cinnamon vanilla with espresso chocolate chips
Banana chocolate chip
Greek yogurt and fresh lemon
So much to learn! I grew up baking whole wheat sandwich bread at least weekly. As a young adult I delved into sourdough a little and quickly found that whole wheat equals little rise. I have a beautiful hard-cover book about making whole grain breads and all the complexities involved. I haven't delved into it yet because I've been without an oven for a couple years, but it's on the "someday" list to get back into.
I haven't done it, but looking forward to hearing more about your experiences. It's a new area of knowledge for me and super fascinating.
In the fertilizer fermentation class that Troy mentioned the presenter had posters with nutrient content of various plants with the idea that you can tailor your ferments to specific needs.
If it burns even on low heat then there could be too much sugar in the batter. It might make great baked cake π
I love making jun, sauerkraut, and all kinds of lacto-fermented pickles and relishes. π
Omelettes, frittatas, stir fry...
I love our sphinx moths here (we have vashti and bumblebee clearwing), they are beautiful, and pollinators.
I wonder if there's a "weed" one could transfer the caterpillars to, to save the tomatoes and the moth?
Baby Sphinx Moth :) (aka tomato hornworm)
Yum! I love a sprinkle of dried chives on top π