Pilfered Project Catch Up: Jump

I was outside, taking a picture of the full moon. I had the flash off. I didn't see the end of the ramp to the house.

The dystonia from the allergic reaction still has me a bit stumbly. As I caught my foot, I had to Jump to make sure I didn't fall.

Pilfered Picture Project - Soft

Soft can be a color. It can be a texture. It can be a voice. It can be a sound.

Here, Soft is a bit of my garden.

I know - I'm behind and A RANT

I have the pictures, just ran out of battery power, AGAIN, while uploading! I will take care of that soon! ッ

Haven't had a good rant in a while. So, here went . . . my Whole Foods Market rant of the day.

A friend shared an article on the CEO of Whole Foods.

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/01/04/100104fa_fact_paumgarten?currentPage=all

My retort:

That is a very interesting article, but oddly, it's true. They DO sell a lot of junk.


Being recently diagnosed with CD, I found "The Gluten Free Bible" to be very enlightening, but I nodded my head when the author spoke of eating things now just BECAUSE there is a GF equivalent. ANd I knew just what she meant.

Feeling robbed of soooo much food in the world, you will buy something just because you CAN eat it. I smile because, as we speak, I have cookies in the house. GF cookies, of course, that I bought at WFM on a trek there this past weekend. I was diagnosed with CD about 6 weeks ago. We haven't had cookies in the house since Christmas leftovers went out for the birds in January. Don't get me started on Hershey's Kisses! :)

I have had a working relationship with WFM for about 18 - 20 years as I worked in the organics industry for many moons. In this time, they have considerably expanded their selection, but as the "natural" and OG markets have grown, so has the 'trendy' customer's expectations of a natural food store. Customers who are not used to healthfood stores, if you will, expect WFM to be like your local Piggly Wiggly, Kroger, or Wegman's - choose your local grocer. And, it HAS gone from the truth of its title to being full of more processed foods! (WHOLE foods started as an organic and macrobiotic retail source, which is the definition of "WHOLE FOOD". Now, you are lucky to find more than 1/2 an aisle devoted to whole/clean food eating!)

When I first went vegan in 1980, at the age of 14, the options were limited to brown rice and vegetables, with tofu and seitan for your proteins. After 5 years, I went vegetarian, and by the early 90s, the alt-meat choices had grown exponentially. Gluten in all of them, and I have been deathly ill since, until we found out what was wrong with me just weeks ago!People see the word "organic" or 'natural' and automatically assume it's 'good for you". It can be loaded with saturated fat and still be all natural! I know of morbidly obese VEGANS! It's all in what yu eat, and a pig in lipstick, is well, still Sarah P . . . I mean, still a pig.

Pilfered Picture Project: Week 19 ~ Green

I wasn't quite sure what Green meant to me. I am so sick of hearing it in an environmental context because it makes me frightened this is just a "trend" and will soon be abandoned by the wayside. And there was the so very obvious green of a country springtime all around me.

So what is Green? How does one visualize it? I have seen through green every day of my life - not only in my life's practices, but also my eyes.


We were brought up to shut off lights when we leave a room, turn off the water while brushing our teeth, and to reuse and recycle everything we can. I look around the farm, and I see green.
The light through the leaves was lovely this afternoon, too. It made a cloudy, gloomy day feel more like spring. This is from the tree that nearly concussed and injured us, looking down the hollow stump to see if Momma bird did have a nest there. I saw her take food in today. She must! I celebrate the many aspects of the tree:

Pilfered Picture Project: Weeks 17 & 18

Hands and Season eluded me. Now that I am almost feeling better, I have been preoccupied with lots of projects here, including a compost bin instead of just using a plastic storage bin!

My thoughts for Hands were varied. I thought about how much time I have lost on illness already this year, so I was wondering if I should pursue the hands of a clock. Then, this afternoon, a much more obvious one dawned one me.

The hands of my husband heal, comfort, and perform surgery, yet still take the time to have fun. I present "Husband's Hands" - holding the ball he was throwing for our dog, Joey. (And kicking AT me, not TO me, mind you, but AT me!)



And here is another. You see, before I went in the hospital, I purchased 3 jalapenos. Mexican is one of our favorites and is a true winner for my celiac disease! The problem is, one of the peppers disappeared. (JOEY!) So, Joey decided, several weeks later, she would find it, bring it to Mumma, and leave it on the floor next to the bed for Daddy to present. Here it is, in his Hands:




But what of "Season"? Should be easy enough, on a farm at least.


I thought of babies, and along came Baby Toad. (Dennis Hopper, Jr.) I apologize for the blurry post, but he was only about 1/2 an inch long and very squirmy~
And an iris leant itself an O'Keefe kind of air.


The many pictures we attempted to take of the inside of a hollowed out branch stump (where we believe birds have nested) proved in vain. And nearly got Tim a concussion and me a twisted ankle.


We'll stick to the ground, for the moment!


Enjoy ~