One of my favorite things about being a teacher was that there was such a strong sense of community. We were in it together with a clear purpose. I miss being part of a collective endeavor in my work life. And I am perpetually searching for a good career fit (partially) because I want to find this type of community again. I have a hunch that I might be able to find a farming community. A few weeks ago Mark…
Last weekend a friend generously offered her cabin on Whidbey Island to us. What a gift to spend one of the last blue sky weekends in a spot that overlooks Puget Sound and is down the road from Ft. Ebey, a state park with bluffs that provide sweeping views of the Olympics and trails that wind through big trees. We cooked, wrote, lounged, hiked, and read. And we really didn’t want to leave. So at 3:30pm on Sunday we had…
We’ve spent much of the past two Saturdays helping to winterize the farm – pulling up irrigation lines and cleaning beds of lettuce that have gone to seed. As part of the clean up, I’ve been doing a lot gleaning. There is still plenty of usable produce even though the primary commercial harvest is done. And green tomatoes are the most plentiful item that is left as the season winds down. Perhaps the green tomatoes also caught my eye because…