Wanna sweat out some toxins? Soothe your tired yoga stretched muscles? Clear your sniffles?Mustard, one of the oldest and most widely used spices is your go-to zest. Mustard baths are a traditional remedy in England— used for the treatment of colds, stress, fatigued and achy muscles, fever and congestion.
…because even though nothing has been signed, we’re moving forward with the land offer! Woo hoo!
Now I think we need a computer monitor 10 times as big as it is. Wish us luck!
- Audra & Adrienne
…of waiting to hear if we have land. We were supposed to find out Friday. But no word yet. Will keep you posted. Pardon the silence.
Meanwhile at the office job, shit just got crazy. And by “just” I mean two months ago but I’m just now realizing how difficult it’s been. It’s not over but there should be some major relief after March. Just in time for the growing season!
I just presented the Dirt Dolls business plan, along with my partner Adrienne, to apply for an urban agriculture incubator plot! When I thought about pursuing a future in urban agriculture I had no idea where it would take me. Oh what an adventure it’s been.
I will never get up at six in the morning to milk a cow
I will never be passionate about farm animals
I will never marry the girl next door
I will never negotiate the sale of a calf over a half a bottle of wine
I will never live with the wreak of animals in my yard
I will never know not ever leaving my village
I will never hold the light of the Cevennes in the palm of my hand
I will never grow my hair out long and speak to no one
I will never drive my tractor into the village for groceries
I will never experience the sorrow of a cow who won’t get up
I will never deliver a sermon on a mountainside
I will never get used to a bare kitchen
I will never live in the house where
I was born I will never talk to my sheep in Occitan
I will never pat a cow on the ribs as I am milking her
I will never fondle a tractor the way I do my car stereo
I will never finish school at 16
I will never live in a village of four Vil Aret
I will never wear a French man’s v-neck sweater and cap
I will never grow old a bachelor in love with sheep
I will never sell off my animals feeling I’ve died
I will never have the satisfaction of haying my twenty cows
I will never place a personal ad in an agricultural rag
I will never discuss the neighbor’s inheritance over the kitchen table
I will never have knuckles knobby with farm work and cold hours watching flocks
I will never live to see all of my neighbors die or move away
I will never get used to the rhythm of cow bells
I will never get back to the land
- Jonathan Skinner
I haven’t been feeling so calm lately. Between a new job with a big assignment, applying for a land lease, and starting a farming business, I’m stressed out and tired…and tired of being stressed out.
Enjoy this lovely piece, “Calmly” by Hurray for The Riff Raff.
proofrok asked: Hey, I love your blurb. Chicagoan? I have become a bit urban/apartment/fire-escape gardening obsessed in the last few years. I've only just breached the surface of your Tumblr—but I'm sure there's a lot of good in here. Cheers
Thank you! And yes! I’m in Chicago. You? And what’s your favorite thing to grow on your balcony?
All if this cold weather makes me think of how they farm in Alaska.
Do you know that saffron comes from crocus flowers?