Well “I just went ahead and did it!” No--though not as exciting as a facelift--I ate okra leaves. Now you probably have to be fairly desperate to eat okra leaves, which I found out through firsthand experience, since they are not easy to soften up for eating.
Posts to Raccupine Farms reflect "Life in our Shoes". For me it means practicing Yoga and Nia, helping my husband, Nathan, in our organic vegetable garden, getting enough sleep, and re-embracing a “so cool” relationship with my husband. Life..is..SO..good! Turns out, this blog is a love story of sorts, for healthy living, nurturing relationships, and building community.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Garden Seasons at Raccupine Farms
Labels:
Garden,
Gardens,
Growing season,
Home,
Organic,
Sustainable agriculture
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The Abundance of Avocados
Have I mentioned that our 30-foot avocado tree has yielded at least 30 avocados so far this summer? All have been a little over a pound and, when they ripen, their nuttiness is a taste of heaven and they spread like butter. Nathan planted this treasure from one avocado pit in a pot when he came to live here. We have waited about eleven years for this tree to bear this much fruit.
Labels:
Avocado,
California Avocado Commission,
Cooking,
Fruit,
Fruit and Vegetable,
Home
Volunteers for the Harvest
Lucky us! We have volunteers that show up from time to time in our garden. But ours don't sign in when they arrive; they just pop up out of the ground. Last winter's frost put a dent in their production but a few have managed to linger and recover. So we have spurts here and there of last winter's crop mixed in with this summer's bounty.
Yesterday, I gathered some winter friends
Yesterday, I gathered some winter friends
Labels:
Avocado,
Bell pepper,
Butternut squash,
Eggplant,
Garden,
Growing season,
Heirloom tomato
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Dirt, Composting, and Love
Then... |
When Nathan first came to live in this house, he wanted to buy a yard of dirt to use for landscaping the “football field” (aka the backyard). I remember putting up such a stink over it. The truth was that I had been “left” before in this house AND--to add insult to injury to embarrassment--I got left with a huge mess to clean up.
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