Jeremiah 29:5,7

"seek the peace of the city where I have lead you into exile...and pray to the LORD on its behalf, for in it's peace you will find your peace."

June is for berries

This marks the final week in my adventure, and like all good adventures, it seems I'll be leaving with more questions than answers to my original questions (plus a giant reading list). And it seems that my last few days will be the hottest yet! Triple digits in the forecast for both tomorrow and Saturday. Wooooh! But it's berry season and there's nothing better than feasting straight from the bush!

Tomatoes love basil

This morning was wet, very wet, and my soaking rain coat can attest to that. I am in a small city near Philadelphia, working the various gardens throughout the neighborhoods. At 7, I learned to tie tomatoes and spent the morning cutting fabric to fasten around the vine and spike. I love the rain - I always have. And so I was thankful to spend that time in the garden, alone with the tomatoes and the basil. The pungent scent of the two plants has given me perspective: I like urban gardening. I like the idea of green, living things amongst the bricks and cement of the city. I like that it provides children an opportunity to know where their food is coming from. Beyond that, I like that children can learn the process of growing food. Reflecting on this, I've realized that I eat too hastily. It has come to my attention that I must slow down- food must be eaten slowly. It must taste good and it must be enjoyed. Have you ever thought about the wheat in your whole-wheat breaded sandwich? Not only must the farmer plant he seed, but he also must weed the bed, transport the germinated seed, keep it safe from hungry bugs via companion plants or other things, and then harvest when it is ready. This is a process that occurs over a few months. Once the wheat is harvested, someone must then ground the wheat to a dust in order to provide the flour that goes into your delicious bread. So let's consume with the farmer's labor aching in our bones, and let us enjoy the fruits of the earth in all of their delicious diversity.

Abode/Abiding

Pondering "dwelling" tonight and feeling the weight of the world. Making returns to psalm 18.

"He brought me out into a spacious place. He rescued me because he delighted in me."

Alliterations are always acceptable

I say this because of three things: freedom, farms, and fireflies.

Hello! It's nice to speak with you again. I've just returned from a week in rural Canada - a week full of learning. Oh so much learning in so many different fields. Sawdust toilets, the eating habits of cows, horses, and chickens, family, fast-food history, biblical history, agricultural history, canadian culture, Wendell berry, permaculture, potatoes, peppers, and so.much.more. For now, here's a picture of my lodgings for le evening. Freedom Farm- a place with many widows and many fireflies. And tomorrow I'm off to urban life!

Going

Welp,I'm off. Wish me luck!

Living things and the good earth

Well friends, I'm off on another adventure soon! My feet are about to hit the ground running, but that is a very good thing. Prepare yourself for pictures of plants, animals and road, lots and lots of roads because I'm about to start farm hopping! Until then, this is what I've been up to lately:

*sorry for the strange mix of pictures