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Wisdom from the sage
"We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We have been wrong. We must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption, that what is good for the world will be good for us. And that requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it."
--from an essay in "The Long-Legged House"
"The word agriculture, after all, does not mean "agriscience," much less "agribusiness." It means "cultivation of land." And cultivation is at the root of the sense both of culture and of cult. The ideas of tillage and worship are thus joined in culture. And these words all come from an Indo-European root meaning both "to revolve" and "to dwell." To live, to survive on the earth, to care for the soil, and to worship, all are bound at the root to the idea of a cycle. It is only by understanding the cultural complexity and largeness of the concept of agriculture that we can see the threatening diminishments implied by the term "agribusiness."
"Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to eat, which makes him somewhat independent of the grocery business, but he is also enlarging, for himself, the meaning of food and the pleasure of eating."
--both the above are from essays in "The Art of the Commonplace: Agrarian Essays"
Is this so hard to believe?
"An atheist is just somebody who feels about Yahweh the way any decent Christian feels about Thor, or Ba'al, or The Golden Calf. As has been said before, we are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further," Richard Dawkins, 2002.
What is that lovely purple thing? Is it some sort of onion?
Hi Taylor. Yeah, it’s a somewhat malformed cipollini onion. They’re on the sweet side!
Lovely! We have yet to see a ripe tomato, but I am waiting eagerly with salt shaker and fork in hand.
That looks like a great haul for early in the season. I’m still waiting for my bunches of green tomatoes to ripen. I love the analogy to the firehose – I’m sure I’ll be overwhelmed by veggies ina few weeks, but for now I can’t wait for the tap to open!
What a wonderful, colorful bounty! Our first tomato plants are about to be ripped out. I have some volunteers that are still producing, but they’ll be done soon too. It’s just too hot here in July and August. I’ve got cuttings in pots to replant as it cools off. Our yellow and zucchini squash experiment was a dismal failure. Maybe next year, in a sunny spot this time! My volunteer butternut has only one little one left. The rest I pulled out. On the up side, the jalapenos and Caribbean red hots are LOVING the heat.
The vegetables look spectacular, but I am loving that giant colandar.
Food you grew. How divine.
(And at this point, you get to just eat it. The presarvin’ will come later, when you’re in trouble, firehose-wise.)
Meg: Fork? Don’t they just go right into your mouth?
Lori: I know what you mean. Tomatoes do have a reputation as being the be-all of a garden: it’s not a garden until they’re red, I guess. I’m not so sure. I love them, but it’s with mixed feelings. I love my broccoli more, I guess.
Jules, wow. I wonder what my greenhouse tomatoes will do then: surely (as today’s post shows) they are just hitting their stride, and it’s sure Alabama hot in there! Yeah, I am finding more and more tomato volunteers this year, it’s nuts. I do allow them to do their thing, as, about the time that frost hits, I will pull them up and hang them by their roots in the basement to finish growing. But yes, the peppers do love it hot!! I have never been able to grow them as well as I am now that the greenhouse is part of the plan.
Pamela, let me introduce you to her then: that is The Mother of All Colanders. If you do a “search” for that term you will see she figures highly in my posts going back to the very beginning. I know it’s harvest season when I dust her off and leave her in the garden.
CC: Welp, see that little broccoli that the kid picked? Every night I pick almost a whole Mother’s (see note above) worth of broccoli to freeze. Its’ about 3-4 pounds a night, crazy. And it’s fruit season here too! Peaches in about a week (the good red kind) and blueberries now. I am kind of glad it comes in waves.