Mary, Mary, quite contrary.....

My apprentice :)

I've alluded to our front yard garden before. *Front* yard only because the chickens dwell in the *back* yard, and honestly, it got tiresome devising ways to keep them from eating everything. Moving our food production to the front yard made better use of part of the lawn and kept me from threatening to bbq the hens on a regular basis.


We live on a quiet street with a lot of bicycle traffic....I never tire of hearing "ooooh! Look at that garden!" through our open windows as the cyclists ride past. I have had extensive conversations with complete strangers from the other side of the fence about our garden. My early childhood years included a family garden as well. Those experiences sank deep into my core. As a young adult in college, I always avoided living in apartments because I NEEDED to have space to grow things. 


We harvested from our echinacea for the first time this year! 3 years of waiting for the roots to be developed enough.

Our two children eat (mostly) eagerly from what we grow. But it's really only our daughter who seems to share my passion for planting, tending, growing, harvesting.  I've been tempted to push the issue a bit with my son. I have to remind myself that the core values of tending the earth, being self-sufficient where we can, and the benefits of homegrown organic food are oozing into him on some level. Even if he's not out there with me marveling at every earthworm, by virtue of being surrounded by my passion for all of his 9 years, he's absorbing what's important.

Straining homegrown calendula leaves out of an oil infusion. We grow the lavender I infuse into alchemy*oil as well. does your garden grow? 


little hints of Fall...

We found this beauty ripening under her leafy vine this morning, out in our front yard garden.

homegrown butternutty goodness

Fall is definitely on her way, and thank goodness for that! I'm having a hard time waiting patiently. 

One of the (many) exciting aspects of growing Waldorfish is meeting like-minded people from all over the world (Europe, Asia, Australia, India, S. America, oh my!) I suspect that those of you in the Southern Hemisphere must be getting excited about welcoming your Spring back.

Whatever your vantage point, may you enjoy all the little hints of *your* changing seasons. 




Kale chips. They are, to date, the only form of a leafy green vegetable that my children will tolerate. It's true. The children of a well-educated-entrepreneurial-urban-gardening-i-keep-chickens Waldorf teacher actually prefer to go WITHOUT a meal rather than eat a meal which includes even a micro-shred of leafy green vegetable. Ironic, yes?  Well... ironic to me at least. But perhaps that's because out of anyone on the planet, I am hardest on myself. 

As I was sliding this tray of beautiful kale into the oven today, I was able to give myself a much-needed moment of kindness. I realized that the best any of us can do on any given day is to keep striving towards our own ideal. Oh yes, our children will serve as a daily reality check -picture mine rolling around on the floor, hands to their necks, fake gagging- but as long as I keep striving towards my ideal, I'm doing a good thing.

And if I can find the humour in it, even better. For all of us, really. I mean, fake gagging is funny. Sort of. 

Kale Chips:

Bunch of kale, rinsed and chopped to bite-size

Olive oil


Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large bowl use your hands to mix the chopped kale with a healthy drizzling of olive oil. Lay the kale on a cookie sheet (I lay parchment down first). Sprinkle salt over top. I go big with the salt....but whatever you're comfortable with. 

Bake for 10-12 minutes. Take out around 10 minutes to check for desired crispiness.  You're going for crunch here. Soggy = not done yet.