This month’s Farm Fresh delivery to our door from Capay Organic. (Dog not included.)
Our monthly Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) delivery from Capay Organic’s Farm Fresh to You produce arrived on Friday. We initially signed up for the service with a short-term commitment in mind; bridge the deficit that our back yard farming efforts do not provide us so that our nutritional needs could be better met. Shopping at local grocery store chains for vegetables trucked from the Central Valley is one thing but to buy produce from Canada or Mexico? I prefer not to be a part of that economy because it isn’t necessary for us to do so. We have access to fertile land in a garden I call Eden, otherwise known as California. What might our world be like if more people were granted access to land to grow their own food and help sustain their communities?
Stella sneaks a lick of the King Richard Leek when she thought I wasn’t looking.
Please support your local farmers. Plant seeds of your own. The rewards are worth the effort.
This photograph, courtesy of the Incident Information System Website, provides a glimpse of the senseless devastation caused by the September 13th King Fire in El Dorado County, California.
97, 717 acres of forest and wildlife habitat have been destroyed or permanently altered beyond repair.
A passing shot from the International Space Station taken on the fire’s second day gives perspective on the scope of the destruction.
A few good days of reasonable precipitation would do these woods good.
We first noticed the hell fire cloud on Sunday, September 14th during our final round of the Gold Pan Open Disc Golf Tournament at Pioneer Park in Somerset, located approximately 15 miles to the south of Pollock Pines, California. The Sierra Nevada foothills are a tinder box of heavy timber and steep terrain, something that the jack-ass arsonist who deliberately set this fire knew would make containment nearly impossible. The latest update indicates that the 73, 184 acre fire is 10% contained.
As we made the 57 mile drive home to Sacramento County, I kept looking back at the huge plume of smoke, silently praying for a miracle deluge of rain that still, has not arrived.
Twenty minutes and 30 miles later, the hell fire cloud ominously looms over the landscape that inspires much of my original works on paper,
and I take one last passing shot of this day’s fiery grief.