seeking the wild of the everyday

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

polly kulture:

"re-imagining the suburban landscape..."
specializing in water wise, native, and edible landscaping.
permaculture consultation by dolly.
the recycled paper business card will say something like that, with hand lettering...
starting a business, people.

i just finished another packed 24 hours of instruction/training and i'm still trying to organize the flood of information i've taken part in!

i'm in love with every thing! the work is hard and some of the concepts are difficult to grasp but every topic leaves my eyes wide with wonder, hope, and joy. this is what home feels like.

myco-remediation! mycelium networks are the internet of healthy soils!
restoring over-grazed desertified lands with wild herd mimicry! (prairies had roaming bison, chased by predators, allowing perennial plants to recover, maintaining the soil!)
restoring eroded river beds with careful earthworks!
harvesting rain water!! (did you know that the roof of one 1000 sq ft house can catch 600 gallons of water with one inch of rain fall??)

if you're interested in watching a nature documentary with your children (or on your own) i suggest this one : farm for the future. a wildlife filmmaker turned farmer explores how our current food systems are dependent on fossil fuel, and explores a concept new to her: permaculture. 'tis a great primer for those who want a better underlying concept of what permaculture is about. it's a beautiful little documentary filled with songbirds and foxes and it fills me with the desire to wander british woodlands.
again, i plan to post some more specific concepts as days go by.

inside the classroom: a converted garage.

lunch break on the pond.

surveying the land, like a boss.

digging two swales on contour, like bosses.
 another concept: earthworks. moving soil around to slow, sink, and spread water, like what these swales will do. slowing the water allows it to percolate into the soil, eliminating possible erosion, harvesting rainwater. simple bio-engineering like this has the potential to heal and refill abused aquifers.
from the book gaia's garden

shilo and i, hiding our enthusiasm for applying compost tea in the food forest. two full days together feels like camp. we all have our little jokes.
i look at landscapes with an even broader, holistic perspective. harvesting energy. inputs and yields.
looking toward nature for inspirations and the patterns therein.

sunrise at my parent's

low clouds on the coloma hills.

clovers inoculated with rhizobacteria. mulch.
living the dream!!


Wednesday, April 9, 2014


spring reading

strawberry gobbler

i run a worm hotel, my best friends

heirloom bean pride.

tulip poplar


birthday princess revelry. amber, jet, and coral necklace. nude lipstick. 

jumper selfies. nose gay crown. clutter.

the best part.

per my request: local spinach and greek salads.

double the drool. i'm so spoiled. he makes every day the best kind of day. 

coconut cream dream, road stand strawberries.
26 years ago, the legend goes, i was born in two hours and beat the doctor. my mom's easiest birth. :)
it's so good to be here... with that cake.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

streets lined with fruit trees

i lie on a blanket of new green grass, fillarie, fiddle necks, wild rye, oat, chickweed,
the brilliant blue sky is
framed by fresh buckeyes, creased like green party napkins, and oak leaves.

in a yoga stretch i extend my foot up, eclipsing the almost too hot sun, and a halo surrounds my shoe. 

this is what heaven feels like, i think to myself, my own personal heaven.

insects catch the sunlight. as i stare up towards the atmosphere a swallowtail butterfly,( a large, striking insect) becomes illuminated from above, brighter than a Tiffany lamp shade. i can see it's veins.
the purest periwinkle.
it is just one day 'til the vernal equinox and this area of the planet has heeded the hint and exploded.
pollen sex bombs.

there is no restraint. 
the spring flush comes when the soil heats up to about 60 degrees and the bursting grass becomes rich with nitrogen, 
the insect eggs hatch, the bird song keeps the suburban street sounding like a country field.
life is hurried and flushed. 

springs are energetically vibrant but desperately short, due to the quickness of the oncoming heat and little water. we all pay attention.
near my home is the secret spot where i now sit. it's a little slice of wild pie that evaded the surrounding razing and development and pays tribute to what once was, and the many creatures that thrive there still.
this movie won't play like i hoped it would, but let link's sweet moves come through the gif.
after reading mary's recent post i am reminded and inspired to do a five minute bird count. all i can hear is bird song, anyhow. that and the rumbling from the near-by train tracks.

red wind black bird
mourning dove
song sparrow
house finch
kill deer
mocking bird

i'm serious ornithology novice but i keep my ears open. there's more, i'm sure. 
ty hunted down the "best chocolate cake" recipe on the interwebs. we choose to spell his nick name differently.
all sing in the first three minutes. this ain't the woods but it's not too shabby. a bird count can be an approximate indicator of diverse life being supported, their wild songs paint the air revealing the true nature of suburbia: a bunch of houses, roads, and malls placed in a wild field and the wilderness creeps in at the edges. take into account the number of small animals that scurry along the edges today and it would seem that the earth and life itself, is indomitable, secretly flourishing despite the relentless onslaught of abuse.

the wooly bear caterpillar: unoffical declarer of winter conditions.
these bird songs alone have greatly contributed to my mindfulness and growing sanity within this ludicrous landscape. a landscape that epitomizes waste for the sake of ease. at least they seem to like it here, for the most part.

increasing habitat. increasing habitat everywhere, restoration, this is what gets my soul singing. more homes for birds, spiders, and us. this is what has led me to permaculture.

it's true, there are a lot of doomsday things to mull over and gain more awareness over. economy, pollution, changing jet stream patterns, mass extinctions... the knowing supports the reverse actions.
permaculture, not just companion planting while the moon shines or composting. it's not planting an organic veggie patch. the word itself is a blend between permanent and agriculture, my computer thinks i'm spelling something wrong every time i type it. i'll be certified in june, and there's so much to learn!
the class discusses the twelve principles of permaculture.
it's observing the micro climates in a small yard, and planting nitrogen fixers or wind breaks and slowing down and catching water.

it's watching the aspect of the sun and planting perennials, letting the soil heal and grow it's own ecosystem rather than mining it over and over each spring with annuals.

it's allowing plants and animals to do what they do best and then receiving the abundance of the natural world, rather than forcing uniform chaos on invasive flower beds and over-watered green lawns or eking out ever decreasing yields in toxic agri-business. 

it's knowing that soil is alive.
living soil. from here.

and what i love most: permaculture increases and restores habitat for both human and insect, growing food and shelter in the form of well-planned eco-systems.
virgo moon in placerville, kicking butts. it was my first full day away from lincoln and i came home bawling. and i did it again the next day. momma bear hormones.
what started out as a barren, toxic lawn with depleted soil is now an overgrown remnant of a lawn filled with life. i planted a small cherry tree and the next day a spider, with newly built web, had taken residence. that is how quickly a landscape can be re-wilded, just by letting it be.
linky runs about in the early morn at my mom's, who so kindly watched my chillens for me.
 as most in the neighborhood plant non-native plants and use chemicals to keep their lawns green it's exciting and as well as sorrowful to think that your yard is one of the few sanctuaries around.
roseville's future? i'd be honored to be a part of it. from

imagine being in a room with people who care about all of the things you do! WE ARE NOT ALONE.
i'm so excited about everything i've been learning, from folky weather prediction to climate zones in the anthropocene. i'll post more specific points in future posts.
the class room, inside of a garage near grass valley, ca. our instructor is a bad-ass activist who has been all around the world, learning from the fathers of permaculture. she says we're fourth generation permies. :) 
i have a lot of dreams and they seem to have brought me here. i hope to help some of my neighbors swap out their lawns for native and edible plants.

of course, i'll be taking this knowledge to our future homestead. COMPOSTING TOILET! GREY WATER POND!

from here.

'an early spring'

last night, last night
i dreamt that portland filled up with gardens 
and people on bicycles passing me by 
on streets lined with fruit trees
and bright colored squashes 

oh how the greens and yellows took me by surprise 

i broke down in the streets 
overcome with nostalgia 
for this place i'd never been 
and now i wonder how 
we got so far away 
from what we could be. 

post title borrowed from my favorite song by june madrona
what are the soundtracks to your dreams? wish me luck on mine!
blessings during this time of balanced light and dark!