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As opposed to the plethora of dubiously edible food-like substances promoted in most supermarkets?

Awesome article by food superhero, Michael Pollan.

Yay food!

No fair-catching the phlegmy crud in the summer. Boo hiss.

…Finally back online, after two weeks MIA due to a virus posing as a virus security program. Boo virus, yay A1 and my momma for rescuing my non-techy ass!

Had a lovely dinner with my friends Rita and Ben, my mom and teh Samster. Mmmm…. Porkchops simmered in plum-nectarine-blueberry sauce with shitake baked rice(recipe courtesy of my awesome friend Sharon who is about to come out with her very own cookbook!), garden collards and garden salad. And a veritable plethora of desserts! I made a blackberry cobbler with some very fine and ginormous berries my mom brought, Rita brought two kinds of lemon birthday cake from her Bday celebration and Sam and I made chocolate chocolate mint chip monster cookies! Yum. Stuffed ourselves and then Ben and Sam made origami while I painted Rita’s lovely, pregnant belly.

Yay! Happy birthday Rita! And hurray for summer goodness…

More pictures of the dinner and the belly, here.

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions” ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Sam has apparently inherited my tendency to intensely detailed and creative dreaming.

He told me this morning he’d dreamt he was a lower level goblin who was using origami crystals to defeat his enemies and then move on into the cavern where he could magically create basketballs in two different sizes.

Nice.

Whereas, I dreamt I was trying to rescue people from lying down on a threshing machine. They didn’t think it would kill them, despite the bloody evidence. OK, dream guides, I’m listening!

And then, on the lighter side: I was prepping my little goddess sculptures for a photo shoot and noticed they’d been dipped in chocolate!

Gar! There must be a billion tiny black ants living in the planter on top of my fridge! And their ghostly white eggbaby thingies… Damn it. I hate it when I have to kill critters! But these guys get into things and bite and generally make a nuisance of themselves, so they have to go!

Easier said then done, though. Took plant out, moved fridge, caulked windowsill cracks(where they were emerging from, in a steady little egg-toting train) and tried to transplant the poor plant, but it’s absolutely riddled with ants. Sigh. I stabbed it up a bit and gave them a day to deport themselves, but everytime I checked it, more ants came rushing out, so I’ve dunked the whole thing in a pot of water and there it sits, ’til they’re all gone to ant heaven.

Hope my plant survives.

With my awesomely powerful Sunflower Hand!

Y’all may thank me now.

More pics on Flickr.

My awesome friends Julia and Stu, the Garden Elves, put in a fab new garden box for me down on the curbside strip.

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So excited! So healing to get my hands back in the rich, dark earth and plant pretty baby plants again! Sam got this excellent picture of me watering with sunlight.

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Right after he went ninjawacky with the mallet. Mwahahaha!

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Watch out neighborhood!

Many grateful hugs to the garden elves for breaking sod for me and creating such a lovely garden for us.

More pics here.

I was eating lunch out on my front lawn the other day when a stranger walked by and stopped to remark: “What a beautiful sight!” Made me happy, ’specially after months of bein’ ill. Of course it might have been my new sunhat. It is splendid.

But today I was walking down by Greenlake and an older gentleman turned from asking a young girl who’d paddled her kayak up to shore if she was OK , brightened when he saw me and said: “Pretty colors on a pretty girl!’. Aw.

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