Oh, yeah, baby.
AND, you can even grow them on a roller coaster!
Man, has it been a while or what? I apologize to all 4 -yes, count them, F-O-U-R, subscribers. You have remained with me. Or… you have forgotten that you subscribed because I haven’t written in, oh, say, 4 1/2 months or so.
Well, here I am. Inspired with an interesting new path in life.
What have I been up to since my last post? Hmm… Imagine any one of the Looney Toons cartoons with Bugs Bunny being harassed by Daffy Duck while being shot at by the never-quiet Elmer Fudd. I’ll spare you the details. But I will let you in on the fact that, not only, did I make it out of that rabbit-hunt-gone-awry alive, I’ve been doing some cool things in the mean time.
I managed to make it to each and every one of my permaculture design classes. All 10 weeks of them. Lovingly drafted a fabulous design for a friend’s urban lot. Presented the design to my 20-some-odd class mates. And graduated! Yep. I’m certifiable. Er, um, certiFIED. Yeah, that’s it. Certified. Permaculture. Designer.
I have since moved on from the ol’ urbstead on St John’s and Guadalupe. Daffy Duck ended up living there. And it was just plain too crowded. I narrowly escaped Elmer Fudd when I moved into a situation that was less than ideal, but escape him, I did. I am a waskilly wabbit. Didn’t you know?
I now live in a concrete patch, with no soil to dig in. I was pretty depressed about this for a while. But, the opportunist in me found that it was, actually, perfect that I am in the exact spot that I’m in. How else can I teach Urban Permaculture if I haven’t got the first clue on what it’s really like to live in it, first hand. So, Easter Sunday, I celebrated not the rising of a man so many believe to be the savior of mankind. Rather, I went to Lowe’s, bought a 30 pound bag of soil and made my first patiarden.
That’s right. Rich and knee-deep in HOA restrictions on what is acceptable to place on the space I’M paying to live in, I am defiantly growing tomatoes in a pickle bucket, sorghum in an old coffee can, squash… oh my gosh, did I ever mention just how obsessed with squash I am?? Peppers, garlic, chives, marigolds, nasturtiums, cucumbers. I planted too late in the season. Especially for seeds, this I knew when I planted. But I was determined. I was going to grow SOMETHING on this patio of mine, dammit!
Well, growing it is. I have blossoms on the squashes. The first blossom was fried completely by this awesome furnace in the sky…. It has averaged about 100 degrees (F) just about every day since, oh, I don’t know, beginning of May? Or so. Not prime growing weather. This, I know. And next year, I know to start my seeds indoors, in December. I will be very surprised, not to mention, impressed, if I get any sort of fruit from my little patiarden. But it is terribly rewarding (and liberating) to just see the sprouts (the ones that don’t get eaten by those I-don’t-know-what-they’re-called-birds-that-reproduce-like-people-who-don’t-care-about-birth-control) and the blossoms! Those blossoms! They make me smile. Just to know they are there, and they are tiny, in comparison to what they “should” be, and feeling the energy they give off while persevering against the heat and the crazy-baby-making-birds.
I’ve been making my own kombucha again. I had to start all over, from scratch, and grow a brand new Scoby. And, because my laundry room, off of my patio is ridiculously hot, it is the PERFECT room to brew my kombucha AND make yogurt. Yeah, that’s right. Perfect yogurt, when ever I want. Mmm! I haven’t had the time to try the whole sourdough bread thing, but that’s definitely in the cards. As is ginger beer, and perhaps even real beer. Oh, and rest assured there will be many other goodies! I have the Wild Fermentation book and a perfect incubating room. So, fermented foods, here I come! At least during this wicked hot Texas heat. Not sure how it’ll be during the winter. We shall see.
In other news, I am technically an entrepreneur now. I have delved into the world of being a personal chef. I have only one client as of right now. But, soon, I will have others. And then I will be able to work my way through school (yes, again) for web programming (yeah, I know, that came outta left field…. But, really, it’s just like baking, only I don’t have to feel bad for not eating my work) and then once I am a wildy brilliant and successful web programmer, I will find a plot of (URBAN) land, build my home and make it a permaculture haven, in which I will then work on my next business… A permaculture school.
Big plans in the mix.
Throw your hands up and shout, “WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Just a few days after I planted
Peace, love and popsicles, folks.
P.S.- If it seems like I’ve kinda gone of the deeper end, let me comfort you by sharing one of my new favorite quotes: “Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.” -Groucho Marx.
I did mention hijinks in the description of my blog….. Better be careful what y’all wish for, the power of suggestion… it is… powerful. ;o)