Monthly Archives: March 2012

Coffee Confessions

I love coffee.  Most of my friends love coffee.  A few of them even post coffee love poems and jokes about it on Facebook.  Coffee is full of anti-oxidants, and studies have suggested that moderate amounts can help with everything from diabetes to suicide prevention.  It’s a magic potion that bestows energy and life upon its consumer.  Ambrosia of the gods, if you will.

One of my friends loves coffee so much, she made this her profile picture.

I have romanticized coffee in my mind.  And I still think it’s ambrosia of the gods.  But the key phrase in that last paragraph was “moderate amounts.”  If you know anything about me, it’s that “moderation” is just not my thing.  Here’s how I have allowed coffee to take over my life like an abusive boyfriend….

First thing in the morning, make a pot of coffee.  Three cups at least.  I tell myself I need this much because of all the chores I have to do around the Homestead.  Make food, do laundry, water the garden, rake the chicken yard, sweep/clean the carport, transplant seedlings, wash dishes.  I’m going to need that coffee buzz to get all that done.

Sad, but true.

But before I get started, I’ll just have one cup of that coffee.  Ooo, I can check my email while I’m having my coffee.  Good idea.  Then I’ll get going on the chores.   After my first cup, I’m not quite buzzed enough, so I decide to get a second cup and troll Facebook.  For just a little while.  I should eat something, but the coffee has killed my appetite and even made me slightly nauseous.  Hm.  Well, I’m not going to eat while I feel like this, so I’ll have that third cup of coffee.  And maybe work on one of my writing projects.  In between trips to the bathroom of course.  We’ll leave that detail at that, shall we?

But first I will run to the bathroom.

This is how my morning falls down the rabbit hole of coffee and computer.  By the time I look up, it’s almost lunchtime and I’ve been sitting on the couch for hours, drinking four cups of poop potion and not eating anything nourishing.  Then I feel overwhelmed, the To-Do List only gets half done, I’m tired and nauseated and I feel guilty and stupid for blowing my entire morning.

This scenario happens EVERY MORNING, and is one of my dirty little secrets.

Find the man's face in the beans!

I’ve given up coffee here and there over the years, but I always come back.  It’s so easy to tell myself that I’ll just have the coffee maker at home in case guests come over.  That even if I do make some coffee, I’ll only have one cup.  That I won’t use it as an excuse to sit and waste time.

The bottom line is, drinking coffee is stressing my kidneys & adrenals, wrecking my digestion, wreaking havoc on my hormones, encouraging wastefulness, draining my bank account, and supporting an unsustainable industry.  I’m starting to get the message that maybe I should probably someday kinda sorta …stop drinking coffee.

There I said it.

Put the mug down and back away slowly.


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Library Loot 3/27/12

Our haul this week:

1.  There Is a Bird on Your Head by Mo Willems.  This may be our favorite Elephant & Piggie book.

2.  Mice Are Nice by Charles Ghigna.

3.  Mouse Tales by Arnold Lobel.

4.  Corn Aplenty by Dana Meachen Rau.  We’ve had this one before, but we’re about to plant corn for realz, so I thought it would be a good one to repeat.

5.  Big Dog and Little Dog Visit the Moon by Selina Young.

6.  The Hat by Holly Keller.  A very simple book.  I’m going to make Little Boy read it to ME.

7.  Big Max by Kin Platt.

8.  The Cat in the Hat Comes Back by Dr. Seuss.  We just went to a live Cat in the Hat (the original story) show at our library, so I thought LB would like to hear the sequel again.

9.  A Fish Out of Water by Helen Palmer.  I remember this from my childhood.

10. Buzz Beaker and the Growing Goo by Cari Meister.  Little Boy loves Buzz Beaker.  This is one we haven’t read before.

11. See Me Grow (a Scholastic book).  A new “school” book for this week.  Full of amazing photographs of the different parts of different animals’ life cycles.

12. Peanut by Linas Alsenas.

13. The Hog Prince by Sudipta Bardhan-Quallen.

14. School for Bandits by Hannah Shaw.

15. Horace and Morris Join the Chorus by James Howe.  We’ve had one with these characters before.

16. Demolition by Sally Sutton.

17. Isabella’s Garden by Glenda Millard.

18. LaRue Across America: Postcards From the Vacation by Mark Teague.  A new LaRue book for us.  Trying to expose LB to some US geography.


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Can you still say “Gypsy”?

I want to live in a gypsy caravan.  Little sleeping nook, some comfortable seating, a tiny kitchen and a dirty-hippie composting toilet.  Weather permitting I’d cook outside, poop outside, and even shower outside.  I’d keep some chickens, a little garden, and an apiary for honey.  I’d forage and fish.  In crappy weather we’d hunker down inside, playing games, reading, knitting, writing, making art, etc.

I would need some modern conveniences.  Internet and running water access are mandatory.  A small amount of electricity would be required.  Gotta update my Facebook status.

I’d need some groceries.  Salt, whole wheat flour, milk, cheese, butter, yogurt, and olive oil.

This is what I’m practicing for.

I suck at blogging.  That should have been a link.

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I cannot complain about my childhood.  I had a close nuclear family, an extended family with deep roots, I was well educated, and my parents went to great lengths to fill the years with vacations, museums, theatre, Sunday school, music lessons and sports teams.  Because my dad was in the Air Force, I even got to travel all over the US, Europe and the Middle East.  I’m grateful for every bit of it, and I wouldn’t change a thing (even the poopy bits).

True story.

Even so, the childhood I was gifted with was not the life I would have made for myself.  I appreciated the trappings of modern life, such as running water, electricity and toilet paper, but I dreamed of a wilder life.  Why did everyone drive cars?  Horses are so much nicer, and they go slow enough for you to see what’s blooming on the side of the road.  Why do I have to go to school?  Can’t we have a tribe where the children learn to do what the adults do?  Why are buildings so big and ugly and smelling of chemicals?  Couldn’t we just sleep in tents outside?  Why can’t we live with dogs and cats and rabbits and birds and horses?

My mother told me the things I wanted to do cost lots of money.  My father told me I wouldn’t be happy without toilet paper and running water.  I didn’t quite believe my parents.  Laura Ingalls Wilder didn’t have any money and she seemed pretty happy without toilet paper and running water.  But what did I know?  I figured once I wasn’t a kid anymore I’d know what I wanted to do.

But then 17 happened, and suddenly everyone wanted to know where I was going to college, what I was going to major in, what career field had I chosen?  Shit.  I’m supposed to be a grownup now, but when someone would ask me, “What do you want to DO?” all I could think of were green forests, swimming in rivers, riding horses, sleeping in hammocks, wearing almost nothing, foraging, hiking, and finding a partner to do it all with.


I wanted to be a cowgirl.  An adventurer.  A witch.  A pirate.

But these were not offered as majors at any colleges (that I knew of).  I tried to get a degree, have a career, get married, have a car and a house and babies.  Turns out I suck at that kind of a life.  It took me 7 years and 3 colleges to get a BFA, my first marriage crashed and burned like a moth in a bugzapper, and I chose a career as an actor (guess how that went!).  Plus it turns out that I hate cars and houses and babies.

In college, learning mad life skillz.

It’s been about 12 years since my old life exploded.  I’ve spent most of that time as a beginner.  A student.  An apprentice.  I let go of the things that weren’t truly me, like the first husband, the car, the career, and lots of beliefs that I was holding onto for no good reason.  I read as much as I could about the topics I was interested in, like feminism, horses, gardening, frugal living, simplicity, minimalism, biology, mythology, cooking and food.  I took jobs that offered me experience and benefits and education while paying me:  a carriage tour company, a riding stable, an organic grocery store, landscaping with a master gardener.  I took opportunities to learn in new ways:  I went to massage school, I attended alternative healing conferences and lectures, I apprenticed with herbalist Susun Weed at her Wise Woman Center in upstate New York.

It’s only in the last few years that I’ve stopped feeling like a beginner.  The books are all repeating themselves, I’ve been to all the lectures, I don’t need more classes or degrees.

But I’m not an expert either.  I don’t have enough experience as a wild witch pirate cowgirl.  The living hasn’t quite caught up to the believing, as Peace Pilgrim would say.  I’m not yet living in my horse drawn gypsy caravan, cooking over a fire, fishing for my dinner and pooping on the compost pile.  I’m working on it, but these kinds of skills don’t come from library books — I have to practice them.  Practice the crafts until I master them.


I’m not sure how long it will take me to become a Master Herban Cowgirl.  Thank goodness the practice is so much fun.

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Still With The Puppets?

The deadline looms.  The Puppet People have less than 2 weeks to finish production and rehearsal on the show about Savannah badass Juliette Gordon Low.  There are several balls in the air right now, and a small but dedicated crew are working our butts off on all of them at the same time.

The stage has been set up, but drapes need to be custom stitched, and hammock “shelves” made inside for storing puppets during the show.

The puppets are mostly done.  There are still a few bodies to complete and costumes to be futzed with.  Still so many details to add:  yarn wigs, painted lips, rods and fishing line added to hands, jewelry stitched on.  Stuff like that.

A real Girl Scout meets the puppet Girl Scout.

The audio is also mostly done.  We’ve got a rough copy to rehearse with, and the final audio is being tweaked, with sound effects and music layered in.  I spent a few hours last night going line by line through it with the sound dude Nate, who is amazingly talented.  It’s a tedious process, but it was fun making all kind of sound effects, from rimshots to thuds to animal sounds to belches (I totally nailed the belch).

The video portions are being worked mostly by our video goddess Morgann, who is using videos, still shots, and photoshop to create the rear-projection video that will serve as the background for the show.  Of course, it can’t all be done on the computer.  Some of the shots have to be set up and filmed.  For example, halfway through the show we “break” for commercial:  a Billy Mays parody.  We dressed a puppet with a plaid shirt and Billy Mays beard, set up a table with boxes of Girl Scout cookies and put up a kitchen backdrop.  We filmed the spot, matching lip sync and audio track.

Morgann, wearing a puppet wig. I'm thinking it's time to take a break.

It’s definitely the most ambitious project I’ve worked on at Puppet People.  It’s been a bit stressful, since I’m busier than I like to be.  As a result, my house is currently filthy and I’ve bought WAY too many meals out in the last few weeks.

But what a great experience it is, especially for the Little Boy.  He’s been with me the whole time.  At first, when I was glued to the computer as I wrote and rewrote the script.  Then, the days spent playing with his friend O at the studio while the grownups made puppets.  He’s had to be quiet as a mouse during voice recordings, trying desperately not to laugh at the goofy sounds coming out of his mom and dad (Herban Cowboy did lots of voices for the show as well).  He’s gone with us on trips around town to buy fabric and props.  He’s sat in on meetings, where we all discuss what we’re doing and what still needs to be done.  He’s helped with video shoots, holding puppets and moving sets around.  He’ll be there as we rush to finish everything, and he’ll be watching rehearsals, seeing all the work we’ve done come together in a final product.

Yes, that's my Herban Cowboy down center.

Theatre is an amazing learning process for children.  Little Boy is learning SO MUCH by being around all this craziness.  He’s learning how to finish what he starts, communicate effectively with others on a project, work within budget constraints, and how to work through something tedious without giving up.  He’s had to practice patience and cultivate a willingness to step outside of his comfort zone.  I’ve been so proud of him throughout this whole crazy thing.

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Library Loot 3/21/12

1.  Castles, Caves, and Honeycombs by Linda Ashman

2.  I Wish…  by Nick Ward

3.  Traction Man  by Mini Grey.  This one was recommended by one of our homeschooling friends.

4.  DC Superfriends Flying High  by Nick Eliopulos.  Another one of those stupid superhero books.  Little Boy saw it before I could hide it.

5.  Galen’s Camera by Jill Kalz.  Since he’s got his own camera now.

6.  The Butter Man by Elizabeth Alalou and Ali Alalou.  A Moroccan story.  I like to get multi-cultural/multi-ethnic books as much as I can.

7.  Plodney Creeper, Supersloth by Jane Clarke

8.  Cork & Fuzz:  Finders Keepers by Dori Chaconas.  LB likes Cork and Fuzz.

9.  The Best Book to Read by Debbie Bertram and Susan Bloom

10. The First Dog by Jan Brett.  The cave people book we got last week was a big hit, so I got another book about ancient humans.

11. Bob’s Best (Ever) Friend by Simon Bartram

12. Hilda and the Mad Scientist by Addie Adam

13. The Golly Sisters Go West by Betsy Byars.  We haven’t delved into history very much, since LB is too young to understand much of it.  I choose books like this (and the cave people book, and mythology books) to give him a foundation for when we start really working on understanding human history.

14. Cock-a-Doodle Quack! Quack! by Ivor Baddiel and Sophie Jubb

15. Children’s Book of Mythical Beasts & Magical Monsters (a DK book).  Beautiful illustrations.  Can’t wait to dive into this one.


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Picture This

Little Boy recently became a pest about “borrowing” my phone to take pictures of everything around him.  So I got him a camera.  I’m not big on buying toys, in fact I usually make him save his own money for toys he wants, but I felt like a camera was different.  It’s an orange and yellow V-Tech thing that also has games and records video.  And I can upload it all to the computer.

So here’s a photographic tour of my Little Boy’s life in the last few weeks…

What the hell?

Okay, he's down on River Street. Angela must have taken this. She took him down there the day I was doing a puppet photo shoot.

The Savannah River?

Driving around Savannah's Historic District with the Puppet People.

Somewhere downtown...

The cashier at Piggly Wiggly took this one. They're all in love with him there. Shameless hussies.

And now please enjoy this picture of one of our sofa pillows!

Such a beautiful, artistic photograph, to be cherished from one generation to the next. Also I need to wash my curtains.

Why did I let him take this picture?

Cute son. Real cute.

Oh, ew. Blurry puppets are creepy.

This was when he was hanging out with his best friend and her granddad. "Daddoo" must have taken this one.

Miss Angela, the puppet lady herself.

Reading nutrition labels. Good habits start young.


Nice one of Mommy's feet.

We're not getting that.

Seriously. We're not getting that. Walk away.

Hot Sauce!

A shot of the neighbor's screened in back porch. This was taken from our garden. I love all the old pines in this neighborhood.

The azaleas in the front yard.

Little Boy's Grandma and Mommy.

An alien robot is stealing my chickens!

His Dad.

The view from my Boy's backyard. This is his world.




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The Magic of Boredom


I get bored easily.  When I was a little girl, my constant complaint was, “I’m bored.”  To which my mother would reply brightly, “Well, then go find something to do!”  This response always irritated me.  Geez Mom, thanks.  Find Something To Do.  That’s brilliant.  As if I haven’t already been scouring my room, my yard, my books, my brain for SOMETHING that inspires me to play.  Cue dramatic eye roll.

Clearly it’s my superior intellect (from my amazing giant brain) that keeps me so bored and restless.  Or it’s because I’ve watched too many movies and TV shows in my life, creating a false set-point for my expectations of my life’s experiences, dooming me to an existence of perpetual dissatisfaction.  I blame Saturday morning cartoons in the 70s.

When I was a kid, I didn’t know how to deal with my boredom and it drove me crazy sometimes.  As an adult I started to ask questions of my boredom, to follow it and listen to it.  Why am I bored?  Do I want something?  Do I expect something?  The answers are different every time, but it was learning to question my boredom, following where the answers went, that I was able to crack the code of myself.  I learned what I like, what I want in my life, what works, what doesn’t.

Bored, bored, bored.

This is where the magic of boredom meets the glory of naps.  Napping when I’m bored gives me some time in that in-between consciousness place, where I can worry about my boredom while letting go of the frustration about it.  Go to my bed.  Breathe.  Stretch.  Relax.  Sleep.  Even if I’ve only got 5 minutes for a nap, if I’m bored enough I go there.  It’s like meditation for lazy people.

Listening to my boredom has led me to activities that offer endless possibilities and challenges:  gardening, horses, theatre, puppetry, writing, unschooling, wildcrafting, keeping chickens, fishing, and on and on and on.  Boredom has led me to learn about and try new things.  Some things have been dead ends (hello massage school!), but even the stuff I tried and pooped out on I had fun trying and learned a LOT.

I now see boredom as the calm before the storm of creative inspiration.  It’s what happens right before I learn something amazing, do something fun, experience something thrilling, make something happen.  It’s almost a relief to experience it now.

Wolverine says, "Find something to do, Bub!"

So when my 4 year old Little Boy drapes his body heavily across my lap, sighs dramatically and announces, “I’m BORED, Mommy.”  I smile at him, hug him and say cheerfully, “Well, then find something to do!”

And just like that I’ve turned into my mother.

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White Trash Gardening

People think gardening has to be expensive and lots of hard work.  Those people are woefully, ignorantly, wrong.  Poor, deluded fools.

Not pictured: Working hard.

Actually, I can’t blame people for believing this.  Research gardening online and you will be inundated with advertisements for products, projects that cost thousands of dollars, and articles with a long shopping list of stuff to buy.  Go to the local garden shop and get dizzy trying to figure out what all that expensive crap is for.  Mulch, topsoil, potting soil, cactus mix, roundup, plant food, fertilizer, weed killer, bug spray, hoses and the billions of attachments and convenience gadgets.

Not pictured: Anything expensive.

Well forget all that.  Pretty much anything you need for gardening you can find free or disgustingly cheap.  And you don’t have to work long and hard at it.  Most of the labor is done here and there, as weather and time permit.  You can go at your own pace, and make easy choices.

Here’s all you need to start a garden for literally a few dollars.  These are plans for one small raised bed, sized anywhere from 2′ x 4′ to 4′ x 6′ or whatever size you end up making.  Just make sure you can reach the middle of the bed for planting, weeding, watering and harvesting.

It doesn’t matter what season you start in, there’s almost always something you can plant right now (especially down here in south Georgia), and there’s always the next season to be anticipating, too.  And you don’t have to be an expert!  Go to the library.  Troll YouTube.  There’s so much to know so just get started reading.  I’m always reading new books on gardening and botany, even if it’s just to skim it for tips and ideas (yay for the library!)

Assuming you’ve chosen a sunny spot, follow me….

TOOLS:  You really don’t need many.  A flat spade, a leveling rake, a bucket or two, a hand trowel (the little hand shovel thingy).  That’s about it.   You can get these cheap enough at a regular store, or you can find them at yard sales, second hand shops, and even dollar stores.  Freecycle is another of my favorite places to keep an eye out for garden needs.  You can even borrow from friends or neighbors, as long as you take responsibility for the maintenance and cleanliness of other people stuff..  Most people are happy to lend tools, especially if they’re returned with homemade cookies.

More than you need for a small yard and garden.

RAISED BED:  You’ll want your veggies to have a well drained spot, so make them a raised bed.  Some of our beds were made from wood we reclaimed from old fence pieces a neighbor gave us.  Cinder blocks found at the local dump make the border of another.  You can bury bottles halfway into the dirt to make the border, or you can use big rocks, bricks — get creative.  You can make a border out of anything, as long as it holds its shape in the weather.  I’ve seen people use half-buried coffee cans, which I thought looked kind of awesome.  Make sure everything is able to drain, otherwise you’ll have a mosquito resort hotel on your hands after the first rain.  My favorite raised beds are old tires.  I plant tomatoes in mine.  I’m currently looking for more.  I search the back lanes by trash cans for these.

Raised beds: one made from old tires, one from discarded cinder blocks, and a bunch made from old fence pieces.

SOIL:  This is just dirt.  Don’t overthink it.  Find somewhere you can dig some up.  A friend’s house, an empty lot, another part of your own yard, just get some.  You’ll need your shovel and at least one bucket.  Fill up your raised bed with this. (You can break up the soil first with your spade if you want.  It will help drainage, but if you’re feeling lazy, skip it.)

Make a border. Fill it with dirt. This is not rocket science.

COMPOST:  If you have compost, put a nice fat layer on top of your dirt.  If you don’t have compost, relax.  Plant your garden anyway, but start a pile now.  Just pile up all your leaves, lawn waste, fruit and veggie scraps in a pile.  Keep the pile topped with a layer of dry leaves or pine straw to keep flies and smell away.  Compost is just rotting stuff.  When it rots down do a nice, black, crumbly consistency, it’s ready to add to the garden.  Depending on the materials and your weather conditions, this can take a few months to a few years.  So get started on your pile.

Compost. It's a pile of rotting stuff. Doesn't get much more low-tech than that.

MULCH:  I use the pine straw that collects on my roof.  You can also use dried leaves, hay, wood chips, cardboard, newspapers, carpet scraps, or tin foil.  Light mulch like tin foil and cardboard need to be anchored with rocks or something to keep them from blowing away.

The witch in her garden.

At this point, you should have a raised bed full of dirt, compost and covered with mulch.  This is where your groceries will live.  Love it.  Water it down with the hose.  Really soak it good.

Now you’re ready to start adding food.  There are two ways to do this:  seeds and plants.

SEEDS:  This is the cheapest.  You can find seeds online or at local stores:  hardware, garden, dollar tree, big box, farmers’ market.  Plant seeds directly in your bed by making a little hole in the mulch layer.  Plant the seeds, leaving the hole for the seedlings to sprout through.  Keep them moist until they germinate, then keep them watered until they get a few inches high.  You can also germinate seeds in little containers of dirt, transplanting them into the bed when they’re a few weeks old.

YOUNG PLANTS:  It costs a bit more to buy plants, but sometimes it’s worth the tradeoff in babysitting seedlings.  Some sources for veggie plants to transplant into your new incredible, amazing garden bed:  hardware and home improvement stores, local feed & seed, freecycle, garden stores, Facebook groups, grocery stores (sometimes have fresh herb plants in the produce section).  Friends who garden often have stem or root cuttings, extra seeds, or volunteer plants to give away.

Once you’ve got your veggies planted in the beds and they’re a few inches high, water them deeply every other day or so.  Don’t let them stay wet, but don’t let them die of thirst either.  Check them every few days for weed or insect infestation.  In just a month or so, you should have something to eat that you grew in your backyard.

So, so yummy.

It’s easier and cheaper than you think.  Go ahead and try something.  One bed.  One plant.  Start from there.

SOURCES:  My two favorite gardening books are White Trash Gardening by Rufus T. Firefly (as told to Mike Benton) and Possum Living by Dolly Freed.  These are worth purchasing to have as reference.  Everything else I check out from the library as needed.

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Solar Power

Mavis and Hazel roll around and kick up the dirt. My dirty little yard birds.

I’m out in the garden, sitting on the glider bench, sweating and typing on the Herban Cowboy’s notebook.  It’s 85 degrees and sunny.  There are shiny red strawberries fattening in the strawberry patch.  The chickens just took an ecstatic dust bath in the dirt behind me.  And we’re finally finishing the solar energy experiment we started last week.

In this experiment, Little Boy thinks light colors will absorb more solar energy.  We painted one bottle white and one bottle black, put a corresponding color balloon on top of each, and have set them in the sun.  The idea is, the color bottle whose balloon expands first is the one that absorbs the most solar energy (the heated air having expanded into the balloon).

Mavis, Hazel, Daphne and Gloria, pictured here weeding the garden, removing insect pests, and fertilizing all at the same time.

So now, while we’re waiting for the sun’s sciency goodness to manifest itself, Little Boy is learning how to herd chickens out of the garden beds, and the Herban Cowboy is moving a bit of chicken wire fencing, expanding the yard our girls have to scratch around in.

As for the rest of the Green Goddess Gardens, the kitchen garden has been mulched, the nasty garden fence taken down, peas growing, sprouts (green beans, radishes, broccoli, lettuce).  There’s a lemon cucumber plant and some kind of tomato that the Husband brought home from work, seeds are planted (yellow squash, zucchini, cucumber, basil, parsley).

Wood sorrel. The Irish shamrock. Little Boy eats them right out of the ground. I prefer them in egg salad.

Spring is so busy.  It’s too much work for me.  I prefer the forced laziness that the heat of summer brings.  But at least the work is fun.  And it goes with beer or wine.

And gardening is not all hard work.  We forage for wild food and encourage it in our yard.  We’ve got yellow dock for soups, chickweed and wood sorrel for salads, and Little Boy and I are both watching the wild blackberry flowers with mouth watering impatience.  This year I am resolved to make wild fruit jam.  Either blackberry or mulberry.  I vow this every spring.  I hope this is the year I really do it.

UPDATE:  Our solar energy experiment was a dud.  Neither balloon expanded.  Not sure if bottles were not painted enough, or if we’re just crappy scientists.  Either way, I think we’ll just move on to the next one in the book.

Wild blackberry. We're gonna eat it.

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