22
May

Plant. Add sun & rain. Watch it grow!

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19
May
Graduation Day for my daughter and her classmates at Mount Holyoke College, the oldest women’s college in the US. And so, i am sharing the words of their anthem, Bread and Roses. “As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women’s children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too. As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days, The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes, But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.” Congratulations Class of 2013!

Graduation Day for my daughter and her classmates at Mount Holyoke College, the oldest women’s college in the US.
And so, i am sharing the words of their anthem, Bread and Roses.
“As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses!
As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses.
As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.
As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and roses.”
Congratulations Class of 2013!

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17
May

Eight weeks after opening, our community garden is looking good! Those of us who planted seeds are now harvesting lettuces and radishes. Time for a salad party!

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3
May

I adore spring! Is there anything more thrilling than discovering a tiny egg hidden among the leaves in the garden? Or more captivating than the sweet, inviting smell of a new baby? I spent the day in the presence of miracles.

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27
Apr

Give kids a choice between cookies or dirt and dirt wins every time (Well, maybe not every time, but it did this time!) Our garden club’s make-your-own seed pot station was the hit of the Earth Day Fair. They were lining up to plant morning glories and carrots. I mean, who doesn’t love to dig in the dirt?

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24
Apr

Our Garden Club travelled to Philadelphia yesterday to visit a farm. That’s right. There’s a farm smack dab in the center of urban Philly. Greensgrow Farm used to be a toxic, industrial wasteland. Today it grows food for hundreds of people with its 800-member CSA, a farm stand, traveling food trucks and nursery. Everything is sustainable - from the composting toilets to the converted cargo container refrigerator. My favorite part — the salad spinner. It’s an old washing machine!

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