Work Party Saturday: We Make an Abrupt U-Turn, and Yet Another One, Spiralling into Quiet Joy . . .
Meaning, what we had decided to do, we couldn’t: terraform in a few places, but the soil outside had frozen […]
Meaning, what we had decided to do, we couldn’t: terraform in a few places, but the soil outside had frozen […]
See last Sunday’s post for the reference. And, it’s still winter . . . and Joseph and Marita, according to
Someone at last Thursday’s dinner asked me if we who live here in this three-house village eat together other than
Oh my. I know. It sounds boring. But actually, it’s therapeutic, and fun. In the dead of winter, during last
This past Thursday, we returned to our long-standing weekly Thursday evening Community Dinners, BUT: During our “circle-up” time, just before
For the very first time in 12 years, we actually managed to save seeds from everything we planted this past
This past year, 2022, has felt like one looooong holding period. Which forced me to choose: either I could be
During yesterday’s work party (we’ve rescheduled from Friday to Saturday, so that Marita’s 14-year-old son can be here to join
I was going to feature a bunch of photos that I took this rainy morning, while carefully slogging through water-soaked
The weekly rhythm here is pretty simple, consisting of two regular types of group endeavors. First, we meet for work
We’ve moved inside for our Community Dinners these past several weeks. Likely to remain here until some time in May