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my pantry


I often write about my “pantry” that I am enjoying and continuing to create. I picked a few treasures today…satsumas, persimmons and gathered a few eggs. If I were more disciplined, these items could be most of my caloric intake for the day. I also have Kale growing in the garden. I love this. I wanted to share to perhaps motivate you to plant something edible in your yard.

 My sister and I visited a dear friend of our mother’s, Miss Dot, today and she too has a pantry in her backyard, a place to go to that is pure and nurturing. I have some wonderful things to say about this visit and hope to include them in my Sunday column…with her permission.

 Anyway, I took a picture of part of my little harvest and am posting it in hopes it insist you plant some seeds. Digging in the dirt and watching a seed grow is something we can all enjoy,

no matter who we voted for.

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I plant seeds. I have summed up my life, my purpose, just today with these 3 words. I am ok with them.

There are the tiny seeds in my garden, a place I have kept since I was 15, that amaze me each season.

There are transient seeds  in my thoughts that sometimes become words, words that are only simple and not to be dignified or applauded but may, now and then, connect to another human being.

There are the most important seeds that are scattered in the minds of my children, seeds put there with intent and hope that they will be cultivated into their own thoughts and opinions.

And finally, there are the soulful and spiritual seeds I continually sow, seeds that never reach maturity for, they are not meant to.

shedThe weather, although still quiet warm, is beginning to change. I spent an hour or so outside yesterday evening helping my husband begin the dismantle of our old garden shed. It is somewhat sad for me because it was built one hot summer many years ago by someone who is no longer here, an old friend of my dad’s, Harry Romero. He sat under the Ash tree that was so small then for a bit of shade. That  tree has reached maturity by now and towers over the little red shed and would have, now, given Harry and his son much shade. Each time I look at that tree, I think of Harry – I do not exaggerate this statement Each time, he is in my thoughts. It was well built and stout but lightning struck it one day and because we did not repair the hit, so began its demise….


Nature has reclaimed it

nestI found a tiny bird’s nest within the rotten rafters. I set it next to an egg I gathered to show you how small it is.




We will rebuild the little red shed, perhaps a little wider and hopefully, we can incorporate my chicken coop within the new structure, but it will remain the garden shed that Harry built that summer long ago besides the ash tree.

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I find myself at another blogging crossroads…questioning if I should give these random posts my time…In doing so, I have followed a trail back to the beginnings of this 7 year blog and found a few posts I would like to edit and repost as I remain undecided…this, being one of them from 2009…



 I remember many wonderful things about my wonderful mother. I could probably write a book on the wisdoms she spoke and tried to make my young mind understand, but, as most always, her astuteness was untimely, for I was too young and too narcissistic then. Now, years after and after she is gone, I remember and I understand each word and each lesson. I am so thankful she planted those seeds.

I remember one day and one reoccurring lesson; it happened on Good Friday when my children were little. We had gone to her house to dye Easter eggs. This decision was somewhat impulsive and unplanned. Do you think she made a hasty trip to the store to buy dyes? No, she searched in cupboards, the refrigerator, and in the yard; she used what she found. Resourcefulness. I remember asking her that day, why not go to the store and buy the PAAS? She said that took the creativity from the project, the challenge was to create with what you had. I always think of that moment and that lesson.

The eggs turned out beautiful and sat proudly on her kitchen table in a little straw basket that she had found in the living room closet. I can remember she used coffee for the beautiful brown eggs, yellow and red onion skins, and maybe canned spinach for some of the other colors. They were a display of creativity and resourcefulness.

 I found this list of such suggestions for natural egg dying. It’s about Easter and dying eggs, but this idea of making do is something for each day of our lives. Anyway, maybe you can do something different this Easter and fill up an old basket with creativity, resourcefulness, and naturally dyed eggs.

Small Quantity of Purple Grape Juice
Violet Blossoms plus 2 tsp Lemon Juice
Red Zinger Tea
Violet Blue
Violet Blossoms
Small Quantity of Red Onions Skins (boiled)
Hibiscus Tea
Red Wine
Canned Blueberries
Red Cabbage Leaves (boiled)
Purple Grape Juice
Spinach Leaves (boiled)
Liquid Chlorophyll
Greenish Yellow
Yellow Delicious Apple Peels (boiled)
Orange or Lemon Peels (boiled)
Carrot Tops (boiled)
Celery Seed (boiled)
Ground Cumin (boiled)
Ground Turmeric (boiled)
Chamomile Tea
Green Tea
Golden Brown
Dill Seeds
Strong Coffee
Instant Coffee
Black Walnut Shells (boiled)
Black Tea
Yellow Onion Skins (boiled)
Cooked Carrots
Chili Powder
Cranberries or Juice
Red Grape Juice
Juice from Pickled Beets
Lots of Red Onions Skins (boiled)
Canned Cherries with Juice
Pomegranate Juice