We have a robin nesting on top of our front door light. I've named her Martha.
Martha got very upset at us when we attached the monster trellis to the front porch. We're planning on growing hops all over the trellis and porch.
Later in the weekend, we went here....
....and managed to escape with only a few dozen more plants. :)
The front garden is alive with light and colour these days.
An anemone, close up.
The first tulip of the spring.
And yes, I do some fiber things.... here's the madder plants I hope to dye with this fall. Finally, I think, they'll be old enough. Madder roots need to be at least 3 years old to dye with.
Leif the Licky wasn't terribly happy at being on the other side of the gate for most of our working out in the front of the yard.
I've just finished reading a new book - The 100 Mile Diet: a year of eating locally, by Alisha Smith and James McKinnon.
It's quite thought-provoking. Did you know the average foodstuff travels 1,500 miles before reaching our local grocery store?
Did you know that it bugs me that the authors are Canadian and defined their local food circle in miles, and not kilometres? But I suppose that's just a petty digression...
Anyway, I've been thinking about this Eat Local thing ever since Liz ran the One Local Summer challenge at Pocket Farm last summer. Last year was a non-starter for me, but I might join in this year. It takes me awhile to get from growing awareness to doing. There's just so many questions to ask yet, and answer.
Let me give an example: there's a local butcher in town. But where does he get his meat? Where do the cows come from? What about the food that the cows ate while growing up?
Just how local is local?
The authors of "The 100 Mile Diet" took their definition right down to the ingredients. They didn't have any wheat products in their diet for eight months until they found a farmer growing wheat in their 100 mile circle.
I might be happy with locally made bread, even if the baker got his ingredients outside of the zone.
Food for thought indeed....