Dinosaur breath

My farmer partner and I sleep cozily in bed – it’s one of the benefits after a long winter’s day. What I do not like is to wake up breathing in his used up air. Just the thought gives me shivers. Actually, all existing air once swooshed through dinosaur lungs. There is no cosmic creator of fresh air particles; we are part of a package deal. No Misi-ziibi.com with same day delivery of fresh minted molecules. This is it.

We have the smallest garbage bin with a pick up every two weeks for our home, market, restaurant and farm. I forgot to put the bin out in time last week but they made a special effort to circle back to include my garbage. Now that is HOMETOWN SERVICE!

The Cottonwood County landfill is building another pod to the tune of six zeros with a one at the front to contain all of our cast off stuff! Imagine….I am part of that garbage mix. My garbage builds methane producing mountains where once there was prairie and bluffs overlooking the river.

The quiddity ( new word for the day) of Jubilee Market & Peacemeals should be evident by now, since we are coming to the end of our stay in these parts. Building resilient communities was our motto in all aspects…..including the push to eat more fruits and vegetables for your own health’s sake.

There are all sorts of choices for the farm shares these final weeks. All soup varieties and BBQ pork and turkey sandwiches are available for pick up sale prices.

Leading in truth telling

The older girls were my “guidance counselors” throughout my years of boarding schools. My observation skills were honed sharp in order to survive all the upheavals.Youth and house parents came and went, thus my “family” was continually in motion. I became a trickster but knew that truth telling was ALWAYS the final chapter, always. The pranks with water, sheets, reading locked diaries, peeking down from hidden attic passages, broken pipes and resulting wahoos had to be worth the consequences after the truth telling.

What if, in these final days of Jubilee, we were found to have been secretly using a smorgasbord of chemicals and poisoning the ground water, that we were sending clouds of pollutants out of our central boiler and Peacemeals was a refuge for carcinogens, cardiovascular malevolence and weight enhancers? Just another one in the crowd. What then? Would the lies be ignored – I hope not!

There are shelves of books with stories, fables and fairy tales demonstrating the unpleasant consequences of following a tricky leader: from Russia “The Frog Princess” or maybe “The Tinder Box” or “The Wild Swans” from H.C. Anderson or “Bluecrest” by Madame d’Aulnoy. Oh, the stories we could read together!

In the Good Book, Joshua, advanced in years, gathers the leaders for final instructions before his death; and tells them to be careful and love the One who was leading them and not to be wooed down the wrong path by other things. Choose this day which leader is all about truth telling. Hmmm

We are coming to the end of our time in this community. The current winter farm shares will be the last CSA, and those that signed up for more will be paid back. The final month for Jubilee Market & Peacemeals will be April. It’s been a long trek through the wilderness. If we could peek over into the “promised land” what would it look like? There would be a table where ALL were welcome – imagine! May it be so.

Metaphormorphosis

When learning to read, there is much to be gleaned from the interspacial area between the lines. Words written or spoken are merely cheap ink or hot air if there is no corresponding action. I am known to speak harshly and jump up on kitchen tables to prove my frustration with the acceptance of complacency in these parts. To balance this wildness in public arenas, there is a strong sense to save face in others – it was imperative in the culture of my youth.

My metamorphosis over the last 28 years has been quite a ride! An accomplice at my side would have been a hoot! Steve and I will be moving to the metro area to find endeavors that need assistance, near to public transportation and good real eats, of course. This planet and all that supports life needs scrutiny and action if we are ALL to reach our God-given potential.

Metamorphosis – a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means. ..as inked in the Oxford dictionary. Imagine the potential – wowee!

With a freezer full of produce, metamorphosing is the task at hand. Jams, soups, bierrocks, vinaigrettes, baked goods and on and on the list goes with new and old recipes. Quite the challenge!

Farm shares this week will have choices of soup or pickles, salad mix, winter squash, onions, vinaigrettes, hummus, savory sauce, mustard, cabbage, frozen veggies or berries of all sorts. Harvest Bread or buns are available.

Traveling the transition path

There have been nine Thanksgiving birthdays in my life – how old am I? Transitioning into the medicare years…I am glad that a president thought it worthwhile to support the elderly back when I was whipping around on go-carts and climbing rain forest trees with my gibbons.

In my elder years, running has transitioned to a trot and my feet forget to lift themselves over frozen ice chunks. Running began about 30 years ago when my youngest son learned to ride a bike and I could escape the house with him in the lead. We would run down our mountain and onto Freedom Road, named for the underground railroad, and I would ponder those earlier days when good folks were in fear for their lives.

This is our 11th year farming under the auspices of Jubilee Fruits & Vegetables, LLC. Quite remarkable! How many CSA members have been with us from the start in 2010? Our focus was always to offer the best produce for body and soul and to encourage thoughtfulness towards our communities and the one planet we all call home. Hopefully that came through clear as a full moon on new snow – all sparkly with anticipation.

Stories have an ending or a sequel as does this one. Steve and I will be transitioning away from this beautiful spot of earth in the coming year. We knew the last chapters would take us elsewhere but did not know the timing. Our plan is to keep farming as we have been, with the usual Jubilee Market & Peacemeals hours until the unknown future date. Our hope is that other individuals with similar focus will hop, skip and jump forward for the awesome privilege of providing quality produce that is grown locally using renewable resources.

This week’s farm share will include choices for: garlic, kohlrabi, Hakurei turnips, cilantro, green cabbage, Brussels sprouts, frozen cantaloupe, salad mix, frozen leeks, frozen celery, frozen applesauce, frozen raspberries or aronia berries. A choice of a cookie or bun for fun!

Packing in joy

When loneliness or sadness overwhelms me, I start packing joy. These little parcels glitter like spangles throughout the day and fit snugly in my memory box to lift me to brighter spaces.

Beets were packed in quart jars for pickles as well as pasta sauce and pizza sauce from summertime tomatoes. Raspberry jam will be the joy parcel for the morrow. I have multitudes of blue quart bottles that need some joyful filling. Peppernuts?

Farm shares will be a list of choices…joyful ones! Salad mix or frozen veggies; leek, tomatoes, radishes or turnips; Swiss chard or kohlrabi, Brussels sprouts or green cabbage, beets or garlic, onions or sweet potatoes, potatoes or squash and frozen raspberries for the larger shares.