A Small Farm One Hour North Of San Francisco.
We live both in Healdsburg, a small town in Sonoma County on a ranch with 100 acres of grapevines. And in the city of San Francisco, in the heart of the Mission District.
With a shared love of cooking, these two divergent places brought us together with the mission to grow and farm good food to [...]
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UnWind.
Peeling off the wrap on the roshambus. It’s August now and I’m seeing the finality of the job. I see my reflection from the sun beating down upon my on my back. I can’t say I’m glad I’m doing this. My fingers hurt from pulling, stickiness from the plastic is under my nails. But it [...]
Chores.
It’s that frustration that no matter how hard and how you try to control your emotion and your tongue it is impossible not to eventually breathe fire. My son is lazy and I guess it’s not uncommon especially with little boys. But I just don’t get it. Especially when the results benefit him too. While [...]
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Summertime Sleep.
If I could just get Justice to go to bed before 10pm… Already we live in this summer vacation dream state where we wake way after the sun is up in the morning sky. But it’s not that we are not stirring in our beds. Justice always slips into my bedroom around 7am, I stretch [...]
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Away We Go.
Portland Oregon has gotten so foodie that I feel like San Francisco has lost it’s cool. Not only does every lad above the age of 22 have a mustache, he has a fantastically crafted waxed gravity-defying plume of hair extruding from below his nostrils. Sometimes it even coexists with other dandy hairs from his face [...]
In Anticipation.
8:56pm I’m sitting here in our SF condo waiting for Timothy to get out of work. We’re driving back to Healdsburg tonight. I’ve been here three nights and it’s time to go back to the farm. City life is sleeping in time. Walking the Mission District, spying interesting fashion and eating loads of ethic foods [...]
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Dead Skins.
Ha. I am at that point where it’s been so long since writing that I have nothing that seems important enough to put here. I’ve been feeling depressed. It always hits me once and again and I just can’t smile or respond to jokes or hugs or kisses. I am detached and cool like a [...]
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Bird Houses/Bee Houses.
This morning Timothy looked me in the eyes and said “it’s already almost May” He didn’t say anything else, and we both thought the same thing. What happens to our time and days and nights? Does it go faster with age? Are our memories erased each night to save room in our ever over stimulated [...]
Downright Dirty Day.
Saga II of the “stink” has been resolved. Besides having to cut out a huge part of my favorite daphne bush I will be able to leisure on the lawn again. Yesterday while minding my own business the gaseous smell and putrid black soup surprised me as I walked through the backyard. I was shocked. [...]
Am I A Chicken Farmer?
I really did get 44 fuzzy peepers on Easter Sunday. I knew I would! And everyone told me fat chance that there is no mail on Sunday and or any holiday which the post office always takes off. The sad part was I was hoping that they would arrive while I had 40 guests for [...]
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Bullshit Smells Like it.
An unscrupulous attack was witnessed today. Unfortunately it was my own eyes and body to witness. The owner of the building where Weird Fish is located effectively locked Timothy out. Not as in, you can’t come into your own business and DO business… more sinister and without warning. They locked him out of the basement, [...]
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