18 June, 2021: The unexpected 3 hour rain and hail storm began in the mid-afternoon and came on the heels of my rain danced prayers and calls for precipitation. The rains stick I purchased in 1996 at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival served as my percussive instrument as I danced my way around the perimeter of my good friend’s cabin. Had the storm not saturated the ground, I would not have been granted permission to build the small fire that you see in the photo. If you look closely, the outstretched wings of what we call the cabin’s fire angel can be seen in the fire’s flame.
I can appreciate the skepticism of the notion that a rain dance can help elicit precipitation, and that my efforts are a ridiculous and futile effort. But there have been other instances, and witnesses to them, that have been successful to varying degrees. On that day, the meteorologists forecast of another week without rain in Northern California was proven wrong.
Today, nearly three months since it began, the Dixie Fire still burns. My friend’s cabin was miraculously spared, but the shed that stood just 70 feet away was destroyed. My heart aches for those who were not as fortunate. I remain in awe of the firefighting crews that continue to battle the seemingly never ending fires of increasing intensity. Let their prayers also be heard and may their fire angels remain vigilant.
I never would have guessed that Disc Golf would become one of my favorite outdoor recreational activities, but it has. My partner has been playing the sport for over 20 years and is, in part, responsible for getting me hooked. That’s me in the photo throwing a backhand drive down the fairway of hole 12 on the Sierra College course in Truckee. There are an estimated 233 courses in the state of California, and over 4000 registered courses in the United States according to the Disc Golf Association. It is doubtful that I will play all of them, but I am certain that I will have fun trying.
Snapping photographs with my mobile device from the passenger seat of a car usually requires a bit of editing before I publish it to my creative diary. This endearing image was taken during a recent visit to Valley Springs, California.
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.
Weeding and harvesting the berries that are beginning to ripen in our garden is a delicious, nutritious, and tedious chore. I willingly suffer through the task because the payoff is sublime. According to the California Strawberry Commission, the state leads our nation and the world in strawberry production. In 2013, more than 2.3 billion pounds of strawberries were harvested, and the estimated value of the California strawberry crop is approximately $2.6 billion.
Did you know that eight strawberries has more vitamin C than an orange, and these tasty little super-fruits are packed with beneficial antioxidants and nutrients including potassium, folate and fiber? Of all the strawberry varieties available, freshly picked from the garden are the kind I like the best.