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Rain here, Drought elsewhere — and Community Dinner

On this rainy Sunday morning . . .

I reflect on the news I heard last night, from Dane Wigington, speaking with Greg Hunter, that 40 million people are about to be severely affected by longstanding drought conditions. 

Climate engineering researcher Dane Wigington says the extreme drought conditions in the U.S. are caused by man-made weather modification called geoengineering.  It’s not some naturally occurring event, but an “engineered drought catastrophe.”  Wigington says after decades of climate engineering, things are getting so bad that millions in the Southwestern United States will be without water sometime in 2023.  Wigington explains, “The mainstream media and official sources are doing their best to sweep it under the rug.  We are talking about 40 million people that will be impacted by the drying out of the Colorado River basin and tributaries.”

Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, Tucson and Las Vegas are the few of the cities that are already struggling with severe water conservation restrictions.  Wigington says, “Drought caused by man-made weather modification is not coming, it’s here now and will only get worse from here on out. . . . There is no speculation, no hypothesis or conjecture in any of this.  Climate engineering is the primary cause for the protracted drought, and not just in the U.S. but in many other parts of the world.  It also causes a deluge scenario, and all of it is crushing crops.  We can speculate to the motives and agendas behind those who run these operations, but the fact that climate engineering is the primary causal factor for the western drought is inarguable.”

According to Wigington, the entire western half of the U.S. is affected by drought, in high contrast to the eastern half, which by and large is getting enough moisture and is largely asleep to conditions in the west, given that the MSM has yet to pick up on this developing disaster. What this means for likely drying up of food production as well as western refuge flows to the east is ominous. 

Even here, whenever rain does not come and we must water our gardens with city water, the water bills, like everything else, have gone up, to $85 in June for each of our three homes.

So we don’t mind rain, not at all. 

We are glad, however, when rain doesn’t interrupt our weekly Community Dinners. Two Thursdays ago, it did, and we retreated to the Overhill house for our weekly dinner. This past Thursday however, saw perfect conditions on the patio.

Here we are, gathering . . .

These flowers (what are they? not black-eyed susans, because eyes not black!) lean towards us, welcoming.

Two tables filled, one to go. 

What’s left of Annie’s delicious meatballs and sauce.

The usual good time with friends and neighbors!

Grateful.

July 10, 2022: We Enjoy, and Share the Surplus of, Nature’s Gifts in Summer

Mid-summer. Life is very busy. I’m out in the gardens most days for an hour or two, working either alone or with others. Plus, yesterday, we borrowed neighbor Dave’s truck and transported two giant loads of the “debris” that either falls, is cut, or pulled up around here to Good Earth, a large, well-run local composting operation that has been in business since 1977. 

As we were filling the truck bed for the first time, neighbor Lois stopped by, asked if we could take the pile next to her driveway. Yes, with the second load. In return, she handed us $20, which we could use to help fill Dave’s truck with gas. 

People to people. Connectivity: inside the household, inside our tiny three-home village, inside the neighborhood — and beyond. 

On our way to Good Earth, we passed May’s Greenhouse, which has been in business even longer, since 1965.

Here and there, in the midst of growing corporate conglomeratization of what used to be locally owned and operated businesses, some do still exist, on back roads.

I can remember when we tried to get a “buy local” movement going here. That was probably 15 years ago. We decided that the public wasn’t yet ready. That they wouldn’t grok the idea that money can circulate locally, rather than draining out to large corporations. Fifteen years is a long time. Much has transpired to prepare the public, not the least of which is the growing need for locally grown food. 

Our gardens are so prolific that we also feed neighbors and people served by Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard.

All across this country, local businesses and nonprofits serve local people. Though those who ran the covid plandemic tried to shut small businesses down, it didn’t work. Many are still going. Many more are springing up. 

State-run organizations also help local businesses. Such as the Indiana Small Business Development Center.

As the federal government continues to falter, the need for downsizing it grows. States and localities pick up the slack.

And ultimately, it all comes down to each one of us. We are all sovereign beings, here to express our own unique natures fully into the world. How? Begin small. Begin with what’s lodged in your heart. What would you be doing if there were no obstacles in your way? The universe bends to support those with clear, focused intent. 

Even better: Learn how to think and operate, as much as possible, “below money.” In other words, let us learn from how Nature does it, with each species gifting to others of its surplus and receiving what it needs in return. This is called “the gift economy.”

Here are a few photos I took this morning.

Chicory loves to grow in the cracks, and its bright blue flowers, to me, even more beautiful than those of the robin’s egg.

 

We’re about to be inundated with bush beans.

 

I planted these winter squash seeds about ten days ago, and now must wait three months for maturity.

 

We got corn! Though the intent, to grow the three sisters — corn with beans and squash — did not work out.

 

A wildflower garden grows atop a hugelkulture bed we constructed this year to cover up a large hole that had caved in (old septic system). Best way to make sure nobody falls into the hole!

 

More flowers, purple cabbages beyond.

 

The green cabbages continue to expand . . . and see post from July 5, “Cabbage Bonanza!”.

 

More . . .

 

Zucchinis on the way.

 

Right now and for past few weeks, and on and on, even into next year — huge surplus of kale. I’ve been freezing some and Marita takes some to Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard.

 

Varieties of kale . . .

Finally, you might be moved to read this book: SACRED ECONOMICS: Money, Gift, and Society in an Age of Transition (2011), by Charles Eisenstein. ‘Cuz we’re there. The transition has arrived. There’s no going back. And the future will be created from grounding the visions of what the majority of humans fearlessly, and relentlessly, dare to intend.

GREEN ACRES VILLAGE: Nearing Summer Solstice, We Gather; We Exchange Energies

This year we decided to hold a small ceremony here on Solstice eve, rather than a big whingdig. Glad we did too, as there’s another party friends and a former podmate are holding from noon on about 30 minutes away — which includes bathing in a beautiful forest pond.

Thursday’s Community Dinner finally saw our numbers begin to climb towards “normal” — as if there’s anything “normal” during this period of extreme global turbulence — which surprised both podmate Annie and me, since we thought we might be the only two attending, given that no one else who lives in these three houses was either in town or available. So we laughed, while cleaning the back patio, at about 5:30 p.m. on yet another day of extreme humid heat which has driven just about everyone inside. 

Oh well! As Annie put it, “The two of us can enjoy your chicken and my potato salad.” Yep! 

But . . . we were wrong. Very wrong. To our delight! By the time 7 PM arrived, so did friends and neighbors begin to trickle in, to the point where, at 7:30, you’d never have known that a few hours earlier, we assumed we’d likely be alone.

You can’t see it, but I had turned on the sprinkler on the lawn, for those who needed to cool off. Several people did, including myself. 

Then, the next day, a timid knock at the door. Who’s that?

It’s sweet Ollie in a warrior teeshirt! With a beautiful sign!

“Would you like some lemonade?” 

“Sure!” I went to fetch a $5 bill, knowing it would blow him away.

Big grin . . . he ran down the steps.

Next . . .

Carisa, from across the street, arrived with the sign, both kids, and a tiny cone shaped vessel holding RHUBARB lemonade!

“Have you ever had rhubarb lemonade?” 

“No!” 

“YOU get free refills.”

She handed it to me. Delicious!

And then she proceeded to spell out the sign, reproduced here larger, and almost clear enough . . .

There are three “funds” she explained. The first is for a project that is dear to their hearts. And they decided SNAKE. (Is there a snake project nearby? I didn’t think to ask at the time). The second is for something they want to make. They decided LEGOS. And the third is for a larger project, and she decided on: RHINOCEROS. (I presume at a zoo?)

Ollie exclaimed: “I just love animals!”

Young Wyatt eagerly pointed to the legos, and chortled. I want legos! Carisa and I laughed. Nothing like teaching young ones to “share the wealth” early on, even though, like most adults, they can’t help but focus on the self-centered reward.

I pointed to the Sarkissians next door. “Go there, too! “And go offer some to Colin!” (Next door, the other side.)

“OKAY!”

Earlier that day I had taken a rare shot with both Tiger and Shadow, lounging, side by side.

Tiger is Ollie’s favorite. When Ollie is frustrated, instead of screaming, he runs outside to grab Tiger, and they roll around on the grass together. Tiger is Ollie’s “service animal.”

Others in the neighborhood also favor Tiger. In fact, some new people who moved in nearby the other day told me that they love Tiger! (He gets around.) “Yes,” I replied. He’s unfaithful!”

Yesterday, Shadow and I were taking a short evening walk when Mary and Abby, who live down the street, stopped their car and asked: “Do you have any extra kombucha bottles? You know, the kind that have a rubber top that pops off?”

“Probably. Dan probably left some there. Just check in my basement.” 

“Okay!” They zoomed off. 

I’ll end this little tale with two shots of flowers, first, Asiatic lilies —

— and something that podmate Joseph’s phone app identified as “loosestrife.” Never heard of it! And never seen it before either, until some bird brought it into the patio area. Likely medicinal in some way. Most plants are.

Just looked it up. No wonder it came in on its own. It’s officially an “invasive,” and spreads easily. Okay. We’ll watch it, and watch out!

On extreme left above is a plant that I can’t remember the name of right now, but often put its leaves in my salads. 

Green Acres Village, June 12, 2022: Plumbing Our Own and Nature’s Depths

I continue to be amazed at how many permaculturists — even permaculture teachers! — took the jab. Don’t they realize that their own body is an ecosystem? Do they pour Monsanto on their gardens to get rid of a pest? No. They introduce elements in their garden that will help it become more resilient to outside forces.

Let us, as permaculturists, recognize first personal permaculture, sensing our own body as a brilliant outgrowth of Mother Nature, with an immune system that, unless eroded or destroyed, protects us from outside forces. Dr. Zach Bush, M.D., known for his permacultural discussion of the human biome, is someone I have learned much from during the past two years. See this interview with Del Bigtree.

I wonder if the fact that the jabbed-or-not controversy is still simmering, but unremarked, in this town (half of us who live in Green Acres Village are jabbed, half not) has something to do with the fact that our Community Dinners started out so sparsely in April after a four month hiatus. On the other hand, several of last Thursday’s dinner participants went out of their way to tell me they very much enjoyed our conversation. As time goes on, we reach below the surface, more and more, eager to share, learn and enjoy stories from each others’ lives that teach us what is and is not real. 

At the Dinner a week ago, five women huddled in intimate conversation. This week twice as many, and all but two were men! Here’s the single photo I was able to get before my ipad ran out of energy. (Dan and Daniel, though present, are both missing from this photo.)

BTW: speaking of low numbers, Green Acres Permaculture Village now has three openings, to be filled by August 1. If you or anyone you know is interested, then if at all possible, start attending our community dinners so that we can get to know each other.

Here’s the message I put out five days ago on facebook. A number of people have signaled interest, and unfortunately, We’ve already had to say “not a good fit” to four of them. Interviews ongoing. 

Here are a few more current photos, of our “tiny paradise.”

 

Entrance to back patio where dinners are held, unless it rains.

 

Both slugs and cabbage moths are trying to get the cabbages. Beer in little cans for the slugs. Or banana peel. Diotomacious earth for the moths. This year, for the first time, the cabbages actually appear to be making heads!

 

Joseph strung up the peas during Friday’s work party.

 

Looking southwest from Overhill front porch. But then, turn around and . . .

 

. . . the 12-foot yurt for the back yard sits in its packing, awaiting the building of the platform.

 

Finally, though the following two posts don’t address the community aspects of our “tiny paradise” in the middle of a suburb — after all, our motto is, “growing community from the ground up”! — the “ground” part is very much up front and calling us to attention, given the rising costs of especially food and energy, which threaten to decimate our society. As transportation becomes more and more expensive, so will food have more and more to be sourced locally. All the horrors that threaten us now are necessary first steps to transforming our way of life on planet earth. 

The contrast could not be more glaring:

The Food Storage Solution in Your Own Backyard

Pouring Poison and Planting Seeds of Dependency: Big Agriculture Destroys Organic Farming

Plus, a meditation on the loss, and rekindling, of our original connection to the land. 

Where the Horses Sing

Caution, in reference to this beautiful, nostalgic, and yet invigorating essay:  I think we must be very cautious when we talk about “climate change,” given that it is one of the main issues being used to bring in the Great Reset and New World Order, both of which promise to clamp down both humans and the Earth herself into a transhumanist technocratic nightmare where the algorithm rules over all.