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Sustainability

If I were survive today off the land, I guess I could.  One day out of 365 is kinda bad.  I need to plant with ferocity!  I did not do that this year.  

I need a lot more chickens.  I need a milk cow.  I need a pig.... Oh, I don't think 1/2 gal milk every two weeks doesn't justify a cow.

Shonnogah Women's Dance

I promise to learn more about Shonnogah and the dances in the longhouse.  That goes onto the bucket list.

Nathaniel Thunder's foot

John John's little boy!

Green Beans June 6

First Picking

      Today was the first picking of the green beans.  Green beans bring past memories to life and hope for lots of future garden pickings!


     

The best bean green in the world

First there's a way to early picking, just hoping for more....  Then the first tastes.....  Mmmmm.  The best green bean in the world happens with the first almost full size early picking.  It almost is too early.  It comes when there are not even enough for a single dinner.  So here's to the best green bean in the world.  It will only reappear next year about the same year!!!


        Then there's the first fixing that happens with early red potatoes. It's the recipe of green beans and red potaotes the way that Bambi fixed them.  Bambi is my maternal grandma who was a fantastic loving funny cook!!

         June 3rd, Aunt Jan and Dan came to visit mom and Marv for the Delia high school reunion.  As I was leaving work, the sun was setting and the full moon was rising.  I saw they called and were fishing east of the casino on 150th.  By the time I joined them, the Sumner Girls were crossing the gate with their chairs.  The men folk were still fishing.  We set up our chairs in the gravel road and, as uncle Marvin Porter would say, 'Shoot the Shit'!  Giggle, giggle, and occasionally, the "oh, really?!"   Then men folk joined and set up their chairs in the road by us.  This time, Aunt Jan said, "Do you remember how mom used to make green beans and red potatoes?"  I need to get that recipe!

The loved Bambi, our Grandma

   

Burning the Pompas Grass March 15

Spring comes with the end of previous growth.  Stace was here to visit during this time.  We started fresh with the burning of the pompas grass.  The grass has been here since the late 70's or early 80's.  I finally dug a bunch out to stick on the hill.

Home

This is home.  I know the sounds of home:  the creaks of the floor; the blinds tapping in the wind; the calls of the birds.  When I moved home two years ago, I didn't use the lights at night.  I would wander out of bed for a drink of water and go through the dark in comfort.  Comfort of knowing.  Comfort of using childhood memories.