Come with me down the street and over the next hill to our friend's place in the country to celebrate the 2nd year Birthday of Tao. I remember posting a picture of his pregnant mother awhile back; could it have been so long ago?
Imagine the smell of crushed chamomile as we walk over the meadow where two tents are set up with sun screens and where a lovely picnic lunch is set out for the guests.
Seiko and Chavo must have been cooking all morning on this spread; many dishes lovingly prepared for us.
Rose hips from the field. All the food is fresh, organic, much of it grown right here on this farm.
Seiko makes dishes out of things I didn't even know was edible and all of it is wonderful.
It's a hot July Saturday but there's a cool breeze and we have minted water to keep us cool.
This is the yurt where my friends have lived since before Tao was born. It is surprisingly large.
Inside the yurt looking up the stairs to the sleeping loft. Imagine loud reggae music.
Seiko wipes the bubbles out of her eyes. Tao opens presents. Chavo shows us how the bubbles work.
Bev is here, taking a day off from working her CSA (community supported agriculture) farm.
Patti has come from her farm up the road. She has chickens and turkeys and goats and all sorts of growing things on her place and in the winter she warms us all with her famous soups.
Paul and John, our hard working farmers and philosphers, exchanging pleasantries. Today we talked a bit about spiritual paths; tatoos, crazy cat and secular Buddhists.
John and the giant monster corn that hasn't even tassled out yet. I'll tell you some stories about it when I get caught up. Right now my cup runneth over in the most amazing way; such a jam packed summer that I can hardly keep up. Thanks for stopping by.