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Seed you next year

Over at Green Zone for the first time in weeks to collect some seeds for next year. Firehouse 13 is thinking about building a bigger garden along the parking lot and perhaps taking over the lawn. Good riddance, grass! I figured I’d give them a headstart by saving them some seeds from Green Zone.

If you’re local, go over to Firehouse 13 and help yourself to some seeds: (clockwise from top left) dill, morning glories, bachelor’s button, and for those of you who are farsighted, scarlet runner beans!!!  Just wait until the morning glory husks and/or runner bean pods look brown and dry. Go ahead and snack too. Pick all the basil and make yourself some pesto. Pick all the kale and cook it up. Go for it! Frost is coming soon.

Saving seeds is kind of like sending a letter to the future. Today, I filled some seed envelopes for Firehouse 13 and sealed them shut. In just a couple months, the days will start getting longer. And in a couple months after that, it will be time to open the envelopes and plant some dill, morning glories, bachelor’s button, and scarlet runner beans.

Dear future,

Wish you were here.

xoxo, Green Zone


October 9, 2008 at 6:31 pm Leave a comment

Morning glorious

When I told one of the Firehouse 13 residents to look out for the morning glories, he said “Morning glories? I’m not awake in the morning.” The pink and purple morning glories and yellow gourd blossoms pop open for business in the early hours and then close up shop before some of us even get out of bed.

In addition to the early bloomers, I encountered another beauty this morning. Manny “Mystro” Barada installed a new butterfly sculpture that flutters between Green Zone and the handful of veg containers put out by Firehouse 13 residents. If the morning glory vines grow long enough to reach over, they will twist the night away around the new sculpture.

Through the din of today’s wild summer thunderstorms, I can hear the morning glories singing a little Cole Porter to the butterfly:

Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It’s no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day

July 23, 2008 at 9:26 pm 1 comment

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