releasing black beans from their dried pods
sorghum, ready for drying
calendula flowers and seeds
crushing dried amaranth flowers to release the seeds
blowing away the chaff *photo by Camille
tiny amaranth seeds
a rainbow of tomatoes to go with our lunch
I was finishing cleaning the bathroom when Sylvia asked if we could go collect some sumac for tea. Let's go. Who wants to come along? Followed by, let's check on the raspberry plants. Oh, and let's go gather eggs from the coop. Seed talk, and apple picking, and gathering from the gardens. Do you girls want to have a seed saving party while I make lunch? I was in the mood for comfort food and made a cheesy hashbrown casserole while the seed party continued. We had cake, leftover from the previous day's baking extravaganza.
It all started with some sumac and some seeds stuck to our clothes. No lesson-plan on food production or seed dispersal or plant biology or the changing seasons, could have been as meaningful as a day spent playing with seeds, tasting them, labeling some for next year's garden, some for the winter's cook pot.
Throw in a music mix with everything from traditional folk to Afro-Cuban to Brett Dennen to Cyndi Lauper, and an occasional living room dance break just to keep things lively, and an ordinary afternoon can feel so lively and blessed.
"Life is actually really simple, but we insist on making it complicated." ~Confucius