Spring ~ Oh Spring

It is spring in Central Oregon. The sunning is shining down through a soft blue sky. Laundry hangs fresh on the line, lilacs and bleeding hearts embellish a glass vase upon the table, their perfuming floating. The backdoor sits open, the patio chairs send out an invitation to stop and revel under the warming sun. Birds chirp, tweet and flutter in the trees; from the birdbath. Bees are buzzing and busy flitting and finding.

Spring springs and the delights are in the being, in the unhurried moments of May-time laughter as color pushes from the earth. Before the headiness of summer and the full bloom sways us, spring enters in her quiet un-contrived way. And it is all the better in the waiting her return. Oh ~  I live for just these days as one unfolds after another as petals in the bud.

Spring invokes poetry – The poetry of Spring in all her quiet glory; her accolades are heralded far and wide. For who can herald rebirth without spring and where would we find the first notes to sing her praise.

In time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
e.e. cummings

Summertime Slide ~ Blooms, Bounty & Bliss

Summertime in the High Desert is short and deliciously sweet; Don’t waste a moment for the winter is long, cold and gray. So in celebration of blooms, nectar, bees and bounty, a trip through White Shell Gardens. Oh Thank You, Thank You for the glory days of summertime bliss.

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Sahaj’s Way

On these mild spring days, Sahaj and I putter around the home and garden. My farmer/gardener husband and his earthy ways, he is out in the early morning planting…red onions, bunching onions, carrots, beets, sugar peas…lilacs, jacob’s ladder, meadow rue. The peonies are full of buds and the bleeding heart opens her blossoms; lining up on stems like charms dangling from a chain. The tulips are waning, faded and papery; rose and berry canes are leafing in the warming sun. n11515053_32619465_5409_edited.jpgSahaj tells me he thinks he needs more garden space. He feels he is running out of room. As a farmer there is never enough soil to turn, putting his hands and shovel nose deep into the Mother to elicit her favor and bounty. He runs his hands through the soil and feeds her with organic matter rich in nitrogen, compost, worms, love, honor and respect. Once the ground is thawed he is gone, gone, gone…gone completely beyond, turning, tending, planning, and visioning. It is where he serves. It is in his blood, flows through his vein, and brings a bright light to his eyes and a renewed enthusiasm to his step. Sahaj has taught all his children about the land, “love her, take good care of her and she will take good care of you”. It is how he lives…his mantra.

I have asked for a clothesline. A small spot in the yard to place a line or two where I can hang linens out to dry, filling them with the scent of sun ~ and the pleasant simplicity and ease of seeing clothes moving gently on summer days, as the garden grows, the flowers bloom, bees buzz. It calls me into dreams of deep summer where I step out the back door with baskets in hand; one for the linens coming off the line and the other for garden gatherings, holding the generosity of the Mother and the devotion of Sahaj.

Sahaj Singh and Farmer John – The Real Dirt

Last fall, my husband Rob (Sahaj Singh) and I attended a viewing of The Real Dirt on Farmer John at the Bend Film Festival. We enjoyed the film very much and encouraged folks to see it if the possibility arrived. It was currently in the independent film circuit, showing at a few festivals here and there, not yet widely released. It won several awards in Bend, including the Grand Jury and Viewers Choice Awards. It has continued to garner awards at film festivals throughout the country and has now become more widely available. This film tells a great story of a man’s journey and struggles to live his passions, in relation to himself, his family and the land.

The power of the farmer and his land runs deep, deep, deep. Sahaj Singh comes from a farming family in the Palouse Region of Washington State. For generations they farmed wheat, peas and barley. No one in the family is currently farming the home place as traditional farming has been beset by hardships in the last 20 to 30 years and no longer supports the family as it once did. But when we go back to the land he was raised on, with the dirt black and rich, and stand upon that ground, it vibrates the passions of his great grandfather and grandfather, his father and himself; the story of farming from horses to machines, of backbreaking work and the satisfaction of a hard days labor in the rhythms of the seasons, in relation to the land. It is an intimate relationship, mistress and wife, in the knowing of her temperament and nature, her gifts and grievances.

These days Sahaj Singh “farms” our garden; dahlias, roses, iris, vegetables, berries. His green thumb has a Midas touch and everything under his care prospers and grows. And no matter where we travel, he has not experienced his journey until he can squat down upon the ground, run the soil through his fingers and feel the measure of the land. Then he understands her nature, what she produces, and her relationship to water, her capacity and limitations. It is his story and no matter where we live or what direction our lives may take, he will always be a farmer. It is his heart and soul, born and bred in the love of the land.

So here’s the dirt…


THE REAL DIRT ON FARMER JOHN is the award-winning true story of third-generation American farmer John Peterson’s hero’s journey of success, tribulation, failure and rebirth, through his childhood in the ‘50s, the tumultuous ‘60s, the hippie-influenced ‘70s, and the farm-crisis ‘80s, culminating in his transformation-based creation of a biodynamic, organic CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) farm serving 1500 families in the Chicago area with weekly fresh produce.



This film is available through www.netflix.com

Visit http://www.therealdirt.net/story.html to read all about John Peterson, the making of the film and his farm.

You can also visit the website http://www.angelicorganics.com/indexold.html to learn about the farm, Biodynamics and Community Supported Agriculture.