September
September 1, 2009
Much time has been spent the last few weeks with hoes in hand, or on hands and knees weeding in the vegetable garden and the pumpkin patch. Though we miss the summer rains, the poor monsoon has helped to keep eager weeds at bay and I feel guilty for appreciating the drought. Larger weeds come up easier after a good irrigation and Stewart and I have been getting very intimate with the mud in the fields. Usually, I love the country girl in me. I am not afraid to get dirty and smelly. When I head out the door in the morning I often look like a bag-lady in my favorite sweat stained hat with a torn light-weight long sleeve shirt still crusted with yesterday’s mud, mismatched gloves and chlorophyll knees on my khaki work pants. I feel practical, smart – ready for the day. I have never claimed to be real tough or strong, but I know how to work hard and efficiently. Usually, I feel proud of my grubby self – that is until it’s time to go out into the real world, or certain folks come to the farm for a visit.
Artists Once Again
September 1, 2009
If it were not for the artists in Arivaca, we would not be the place we are. Underlying the surface of this town is the community of artists who open our eyes to what is real, the seen and the unseen.
September 2009
September 1, 2009
