We headed over to Harlow Farm in VT and picked up a lot of food.
- 45lb delicata squash
- 45lb butternut squash
- 50lb green cabbage
- 50lb carrots
- 20lb red onions
All of the food is certified organic, grown just a few miles from here. Although the carrots were second grade and that we had to use the onions quickly, the deal was quite sweet. All told we paid $120. What an outstanding value.
When we came home, four of us got together and made 100lb of kimchi with some of the loot, along with a bunch of other produce from the farm here and some other goodies.
If one is motivated, it is generally very possible to eat outstandingly well without spending very much…
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Home sweet home.
Rocket stove breakfast.
En route to Bread and Puppet.
Creative uses of things we know.
Finishing up the greenhouse.
WOM – Water Organization Module.
Nearing the end of the build.
Thank you all, thank you Vermont.
Updates thus far have been from a mobile device; thus the content has been curt. Now I write from a full-fledged machine.
A recap of construction techniques from the build:
Each night it has rained, leaving the Vermont forest lush and humid. Most apprentices are camping in the dank understory, where our things never dry fully. Days are sun-filled and after working all day in the heat, we have made the ride to our local swimming hole without fail.
As I write this I am entrenched in gratitude for my tent, which keeps entrenchment from the unforgiving precipitation that thunders down around me in this bed of ferns. Hail and wind, just millimeters away, remind me of a favorite adage, memento Mori. So easy to remember now what humans have been experiencing from time immemorial. A feeling we so often are shielded from in our modern, western world.
The forward leaning mind has not righted itself. Old dreams meld and expand after hearing stories from new friends. My worldview continues to broaden, living amongst inspiring doers, all living this fragile, finite and uncertain life.
Seize and regret not. Perhaps as I continue to directly pursue that which inspires me, this mind’s eye of time will right itself after all.