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Dane will be at Matthews, Maria will be at Yorkmont, Marcel will be at Davidson, Daniel will be at Greensboro, and Jason will be at Tailgate
We will have gorgeous big juicy
Mecklenbergs
Montgomeries (pink)
Beefsteak (red)
Sungolds (orange cherry)
Some black cherries (forgot the name - sorry!)
Yellow fleshed potatoes
Squash
Dread it?Shred it!Squash. (Squash too big for human consumption
without shredding and incorporating into bread! Flour and FIBER!)
Crazy cheap.
There is a back up of good tales in my head - it is ruining my capacity for good adventure. So I am going to clear out a little here.
I am reading a book (Waking the Tiger - Levine) about a hypothesis exploring how human trauma in mild and big forms causes the cellular machinery to store up energy that needs to be released later when the circumstances are safe. For example - a kid getting his tooth pulled out feels unsafe and may need to re-establish dominance over his self-experience in some way later when he is not strapped down and under drugs with 5 adults standing 6 inches over his head. The release may take place during any exciting experience imagined or real (since our head can't tell the difference emotional-chemical-wise.) If the hypothesis bears weight, I am wondering which "traumatic" experience I got to "erase/release" when I was standing on top of my picnic table, long 2X4 in hand smashing the heck out of a baby snake that crawled out of a soil bag that we were about to use for seed flats. I was stabbing at the wildly slithering snake and yelling at Gregori - "Stay far away! Stay far away!" Later I was disappointed to hear from one of our employees that it was a baby black snake. I was bummed. He could have stayed. But I could not tell the difference.
Yesterday I was in the squash field for several hours picking the Dreadit?Shredit!Squash into a pouch I made with my tshirt. I was taking down 5 foot seeding weeds as I went, snapping them off to a 1 foot height so I could more easily bend down and slip the D.I.S.I.S into my pouch. I came across 3 weeds growing from the same small area and 2 foot off the ground, a softball sized grass birds nest weaving them all together. Suspended. Three 2 inch birds in it. Pin-featherd black and grey. One had his beak open, eyes closed, the other two were sleeping infant deep sleep. I stopped for a long time to marvel. The leaves around them wavered in the breeze. I let them be and was more careful snapping weeds the rest of the day.
If I won the lottery, I would begin a bunch of research into recycling. Our trash problem is insane. Every time one of you at the market has their own bag, I get happy. Every time I get to re-use a box I get happy too. One of my personal heroes is Pam Murray. She has been bringing her own bag for ages - she reuses paper bags for months at a time - here is an email she sent me that explains what she is up to.
"...I agree about the plastic bags. I have tried not getting any new ones for the past 2 years. I used to use them for garbage bag liners. I used them all up and now I use bigger trash bags. I use and reuse the paper grocery bags. They last about 6 months.
This year I will try to not get styrofoam cups. I will try to carry my water bottle and ask for drinks in it. I don't know if this will work. If not, I'll try carrying chopsticks and cutlery to eliminate plastic cutlery. I also get meat from the meat counter since they wrap it in paper and not the Styrofoam tray. I hate throwing those away."
Wow!!!
Another pair of recycle heroes are Ester and Larry. They bring me their washed out plastic fruit clam-shell containers. I put sungolds in them keeping the fruit from busting. I explained to them that anything that had meat or dairy won't work for this application - but they already knew that! They also bring me their recycled plastic bags. I am going to try to stay away from new bags this year. Those of you who love the paper bag - I am sorry. I hope this works though!
Lastly - one of my business heroes is Cathy C. from 300 East. She has been visiting to the stand for about 4 years and recently came to help on the farm. She has an awesome daughter about my age who has a son about Gregori's age. I like Cathy because she is respectfully candid. She was telling me, "I gave my friends some of your stuff and they said, 'Wow! I did not even know I loved tomatoes!"
Hee! Hee!
--
Maria Fisher
704-239-5255
We will have gorgeous big juicy
Mecklenbergs
Montgomeries (pink)
Beefsteak (red)
Sungolds (orange cherry)
Some black cherries (forgot the name - sorry!)
Yellow fleshed potatoes
Squash
Dread it?Shred it!Squash. (Squash too big for human consumption
without shredding and incorporating into bread! Flour and FIBER!)
Crazy cheap.
There is a back up of good tales in my head - it is ruining my capacity for good adventure. So I am going to clear out a little here.
I am reading a book (Waking the Tiger - Levine) about a hypothesis exploring how human trauma in mild and big forms causes the cellular machinery to store up energy that needs to be released later when the circumstances are safe. For example - a kid getting his tooth pulled out feels unsafe and may need to re-establish dominance over his self-experience in some way later when he is not strapped down and under drugs with 5 adults standing 6 inches over his head. The release may take place during any exciting experience imagined or real (since our head can't tell the difference emotional-chemical-wise.) If the hypothesis bears weight, I am wondering which "traumatic" experience I got to "erase/release" when I was standing on top of my picnic table, long 2X4 in hand smashing the heck out of a baby snake that crawled out of a soil bag that we were about to use for seed flats. I was stabbing at the wildly slithering snake and yelling at Gregori - "Stay far away! Stay far away!" Later I was disappointed to hear from one of our employees that it was a baby black snake. I was bummed. He could have stayed. But I could not tell the difference.
Yesterday I was in the squash field for several hours picking the Dreadit?Shredit!Squash into a pouch I made with my tshirt. I was taking down 5 foot seeding weeds as I went, snapping them off to a 1 foot height so I could more easily bend down and slip the D.I.S.I.S into my pouch. I came across 3 weeds growing from the same small area and 2 foot off the ground, a softball sized grass birds nest weaving them all together. Suspended. Three 2 inch birds in it. Pin-featherd black and grey. One had his beak open, eyes closed, the other two were sleeping infant deep sleep. I stopped for a long time to marvel. The leaves around them wavered in the breeze. I let them be and was more careful snapping weeds the rest of the day.
If I won the lottery, I would begin a bunch of research into recycling. Our trash problem is insane. Every time one of you at the market has their own bag, I get happy. Every time I get to re-use a box I get happy too. One of my personal heroes is Pam Murray. She has been bringing her own bag for ages - she reuses paper bags for months at a time - here is an email she sent me that explains what she is up to.
"...I agree about the plastic bags. I have tried not getting any new ones for the past 2 years. I used to use them for garbage bag liners. I used them all up and now I use bigger trash bags. I use and reuse the paper grocery bags. They last about 6 months.
This year I will try to not get styrofoam cups. I will try to carry my water bottle and ask for drinks in it. I don't know if this will work. If not, I'll try carrying chopsticks and cutlery to eliminate plastic cutlery. I also get meat from the meat counter since they wrap it in paper and not the Styrofoam tray. I hate throwing those away."
Wow!!!
Another pair of recycle heroes are Ester and Larry. They bring me their washed out plastic fruit clam-shell containers. I put sungolds in them keeping the fruit from busting. I explained to them that anything that had meat or dairy won't work for this application - but they already knew that! They also bring me their recycled plastic bags. I am going to try to stay away from new bags this year. Those of you who love the paper bag - I am sorry. I hope this works though!
Lastly - one of my business heroes is Cathy C. from 300 East. She has been visiting to the stand for about 4 years and recently came to help on the farm. She has an awesome daughter about my age who has a son about Gregori's age. I like Cathy because she is respectfully candid. She was telling me, "I gave my friends some of your stuff and they said, 'Wow! I did not even know I loved tomatoes!"
Hee! Hee!
--
Maria Fisher
704-239-5255
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