Geez, you’d think that the way I segue suddenly from the awfulness (see previous post) to the glory (this one), that I’d be labeled schizophrenic! Well, maybe I am schizophrenic! Certainly better than “normal.” In fact, somebody at a party way back in the early ’70s called me “the first continuously splitting schizophrenic I’ve ever met.” I bowed and thanked him. “Splitting”: ego from essence, moment by moment by moment. Ego is a lens, its function is to focus my efforts in the world; but when I identify with ego, I go off, way off.
So here we go, another offering from the bounty of aliveness in Green Acres Village, Mid-May, 2017:
Mid-May, huge activity: new compost roof structure, new gardens, seedlings and peas for sale, flowers galore, plus first garden dinner of new season
From this little garden . . .
This stir-fry. Yum!