Category Orchards/fruit trees

Mira

January 14, 2007 · by · in Balboa, Beryl, Bettina, Betty, Books/authors mentioned in Ordinary, Cheyenne, David, Death, Edible plants, Healing-medicine, Jacob, Jasmine, Jessica, Mira, Orchards/fruit trees, Packer, Plants in Ordinary, Ronnie, Ruby, Sena, Spiritual practice, Strawberry Hill, The land, Trees, Village of Jasper · 3 Comments

Packer cut the log in half lengthwise and hollowed out the pith, then lined it with beautiful green and gray mosses. He must have climbed very high in the trees to get so much clean, new moss.

Red

January 16, 2006 · by · in Animals in Ordinary, Aunt Rind, Birds, Field crops, Jacob, Jonathon, June, Kami, Marita, Mary, Native plants, Orchards/fruit trees, The land, The twins, Trees, Wild animals · 1 Comment

Momentarily lucid, I smell scat–fox. Where? I raise my head, but the tears come all the more. Alone here on the open hills, I wail, and on the in-breath, that scat again.

Evening

September 28, 2005 · by · in Airplanes, Balboa, Beryl, Cheyenne, Exo-architecture, Farming/Gardening in Ordinary, food, Food preparation and preserving, Household variations/Coupling, Janine, Merilee, Orchards/fruit trees, Packer, Ronnie, Tapestries/Quilts/Weavings/Basketry, The land, Village of Jasper, Weddings · 2 Comments

Bedtime. … The air wafting through the porch screens is cool-warm, with the scent of rain. My fingers smell of bruised mint leaves, picked from the herb garden beside the stoop not twenty minutes ago.

Peaches

September 16, 2005 · by · in Farming/Gardening in Ordinary, food, Food preparation and preserving, garden produce, Orchards/fruit trees · Leave a comment

Of course, the best peach treat is a fuzzy, yellow and pink orb, picked fresh from the tree, so ripe it drops into your hand at a touch, so full of sweet juice that when you bite into it, you have to lean out, mouth over the ground.

Sweat

August 4, 2005 · by · in Birds, David, Edible plants, Farming/Gardening in Ordinary, Healing-medicine, Native plants, Orchards/fruit trees, Ordinary water features, Sena, The land, Work practices · 4 Comments

Sweat trickles from the band round my brow into my ears and down my cheek. The back of my hand, as I wipe my face, smells of dirt, more sweat and the oils of well-used, well-kept tools.