from the earth.

Standard

white lotus farms, ann arbor, mi

it’s national farmer’s market week – shop from your local farms

Dubbed “the farmers’ market effect” by the New York Times, a recent study shows that vouchers that permit low-income women to shop at a local farmers’ market increase fruit and vegetable consumption in their families. “It’s not clear why mothers visiting a farmers’ market wound up buying more vegetables than grocery store shoppers, but some women told the researchers that the produce sold at markets seemed to be fresher and of higher quality than supermarket offerings. Many shoppers also said they enjoyed the pleasant community experience and the chance to interact directly with growers.”

—

“raw ingredients trump recipes every time;

farmers and ranchers who coax the best from the earth

can make any of us appear to be a great cook.”

-judy rodgers, the zuni cafe cookbook

krabby!

Standard

not sure this is the best brand name and marketing plan

or that there was a focus group….

 

 

—

“these were such friendly people, they didn’t notice how crabby we were, and before you knew it everyone was as happy as they were.”

-nora raleigh baskin

middle of the road.

Standard

 

road plan haiku

this plan gives me pause

some things better on paper

may not go as planned.

 

 

—

“the middle of the road is where the white line is – and that’s the worst place to drive.”

-robert frost

tokyo.

Standard

meanwhile in tokyo…

 

 

—

“the only victory that counts is the one over yourself”

-jesse owens

 

 

 

—

Credits to whom appropriate

  

very top of summer.

Standard

“the first week of august hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year,

like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.

the weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring,

and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn,

but the first week of august is motionless, and hot.

it is curiously silent, too,

with blank white dawns and glaring noons,

and sunsets smeared with too much color.”

-natalie babbitt

 

 

 

 

 

 

—

image credit: pinterest

speck.

Standard

perspective

 

—

“we are nothing but space dust trying to find its way back to the stars.”

-d.j.

 

 

 

—

art credit: bill watterson – calvin and hobbes

seeing.

Standard

 

“i love walking down the street and seeing faces

and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.”

-ric ocasek

going nowhere.

Standard

thought it might be interesting

to expose the cats to a bit of world geography 

while sipping a refreshing drink.

so far they have refused to take any quizzes

but i’m confident they are learning by osmosis. 

 

—

“without geography, you’re nowhere.”

  • -author unknown

“there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – maya angelou

Standard

dried human tears (Smithsonianmag.com)

—

watching the january 6th capitol hill hearing

 the most compelling, wrenching, and heartfelt testimony

i have ever witnessed

 raw pain

anger

hurt

 disappointment

honesty

trauma

bravery

humanity

shock

duty

courage

heroism

scars

strength

loyalty

overwhelming emotions

unanswered questions

not one person immune from tears

i could not take my eyes off of them

and I am forever changed

 questions must be answered and justice served

never to happen again.

—

“that’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.” – john green

ponyhenge.

Standard

No one really knows how these old hobby horses got here, but the herd keeps growing.

 ON A SMALL SLICE OF wide-open pasture in the town of Lincoln, Massachusetts, broken-down rocking horses, plastic ponies, metal ponies, and other assorted horse toys have been holding court. As if by magic, ponies have been proliferating along this winding country road, resulting in the peculiar “Ponyhenge.”

The horses started arriving anonymously sometime in 2010, with the placement of a lone hobby horse along picturesque Old Sudbury Road, about 15 miles west of Boston. How and why the rusty little fellow appeared is a mystery, even to Lincolnites who’ve been around a while. One story has the first horse hanging around after a kid’s short-lived lemonade stand, another that he was left over from a Christmas display.

Whatever the real story might be, after the first one appeared things started to get strange. More horses—hobby horses, rocking horses, and horse figurines—began appearing at the site. They are periodically rearranged, sometimes in a circle, sometimes in rows like race horses. Other times they are simply scattered and knocked around, as if they’ve come back from a long night of carousing.

The herd has been growing faster of late, with twice as many horses put out to pasture as there were a couple of years ago. Oddly, no one takes them away—the arrangement only morphs and grows, much to the delight of the family that owns the land. As the owner told the Boston Globe in 2015, “There was something lovely about it being anonymous, and now every time we go away, another one appears.”

While it’s on privately owned land, Ponyhenge is open to anyone who wants to visit.

—

“they swayed about upon a rocking horse. and thought it pegasus.”

-john keats

 

—

credits: atlas obscura, soaringraven