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Disabled Resilience Permaculture

Ming and I love permaculture, and we’re disabled.  We’ve been talking for years about disabled permaculture.  I made a zine in 2020 called permaculture for a pair, which is about disabled permaculture.  We’re the only people we know talking about this concept, and we decided to change the name.  We’ve newly coined the term Disabled… Read More »

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garden in spring

Hello, thought you might like to see the garden in spring.  Yes, it’s spring here, the flowers are telling me.  Permaculture is my life, and gardening in the desert is a never ending journey of learning. The first surprise was the cauliflowers.  Wow, how did I miss those?  Suddenly, there they were.  Small but brave.… Read More »

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hydroponics store

We went to a hydroponics store on Monday.  It was a good field trip.  I brought a clipboard and pen to write down info and prices.  Just in case. But it was not how I expected.  I didn’t write down anything, but I did take three informative handouts.  Mostly the hydroponics store seemed for professionals,… Read More »

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the Disillusionment of Nine O’Clock

  I have these two orange sharpies–one is neon orange, and one is pumpkin orange, but their caps are almost the exact same color.  Wtf! I don’t like to be overly weird about spelling, word forms, or grammar, but it bothers me when people confuse breath and breathe. If my desk was a sculpture art… Read More »

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bird watching

Today I went to the garden to do some gardening, and there was a hawk by the first pond, eating something. I gave it some space. An hour later when I walked by that pond again, it was still there eating, or maybe it was eating something new.

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exhaustion II

Today P and I finished the Shiva mound for real. I made a commitment to come water every other day for two weeks, in hopes that will get our transplants through their vulnerable time. P showed me how to work the sprinkler, and we pulled some privets. Then we helped J muck out a quantity… Read More »

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exhaustion

I’m so tired from gardening today that I can barely stay awake. My back aches from the shovel. When I close my eyes, I see dirt. I dug twice as many holes as the other days. I had a lot of energy, for some reason. But now it’s gone. Soon I’ll go to choir practice… Read More »

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winter in the garden

Today I dug lots of holes for more transplanting. It’s fun to work with P because we talk while we work. Also, it’s just a nice time of year in the garden: quiet, not hot, no mosquitoes. Just peaceful feelings in the afternoon light. I listen to roosters crowing in the distance, and squirrels scamper… Read More »