I walked out to the garden last night in the dark, finding my way by memory and the faint light of the neighbor's porch light. The ground beneath my boots had the springy feel of wet and well-aggregated soil. Crouching between the beds, I felt my way along the rows of carrots and beets for the biggest roots. They came out easily, with just a gentle tug at the base of the leaves, and I added them to my dinner basket, leaving the tops behind to mulch the cold ground.
This morning I woke to the memory of a poem about moles by William Stafford, skimming just out of reach around the edges of my mind. I grasped at it for a while, but though I could remember the recognition and mild distaste I felt when I first read it as a child, I could find nothing of its shape or cadence. (Recognition, because Stafford has always spoken to me; distaste because moles are not especially romantic creatures. If I were to image myself an animal—and since I had not yet unlearned magic, this seemed a reasonable thing to do—I would rather it have been an elephant, or an owl). Eventually I got up from my warm nest of blankets and crossed to the bookshelf. And there it was: "Love the earth like a mole, / fur-near. Nearsighted." I was still smiling when I walked downstairs and out the back door to stand in the dark, breathing in the wet-earth smell at the beginning of a new day.
"...each day nuzzle your way.
Tomorrow the world."
Red & White, Cinnamon Raisin, Mountain Rye, Vollkornbrot
Bittersweet Chocolate and Malted Chocolate Chip Cookies
Black Sesame Pear Cake
Shortbread + Granola
Red, White, & Blue Corn Nixtamal
Rosemary Sea Salt loaves + rolls
Burnt Sugar Pumpkin Pie
Thanksgiving specials are up on the online store, and I'll have order sheets today at market. Let the feasting season begin!
See you soon!
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Honestly, I wanted this post on the Shocking Revelations! about sexual misconduct by powerful men to have more snark, and it's pretty damn snarky already. Still, it does a better job then most of the mainstream coverage at capturing the frustrated rage I feel every time I read another expression of outraged surprise that such behavior was known and abided. Because seriously, surprise? What misogynistic rock have these pundits been living under to miss the fact that womxn face violence and intimidation and harassment by men with grabby little hands ALL THE FUCKING TIME?
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