This December, My good friend, Perrin Heartway, got together with some of his like minded neighbors at Blue Heron Farm, and decided to convert the emtpy meadow behind his house into a forest! But not just any forest. An Edible Forest...
And to do this, he enlisted the help of anyone willing and interested!
First, he, and local BHF Herbalist Tony Mayor selected plants that could feed humans.
Meanwhile, local BHF Illustrator Extraordinaire Stacye Leanza whipped up a knock out poster summon the army!
(This poster yours truly posted around). To this call, 30 Permaculturists answered!
And so it was, that on a crisp winters morning, 30 strangers converged at Blue Heron Farm.
As we each arrived, Long Time Blue Heron Barbara Lorie, seeted, greeted us, and commanded us to park our cars in the meadow, and park our potluck dishes at the Eriksons'. I don't know about you, but I do as Barbara tells me.
Once we had duely deposisted our dishes, we trickled into the ever-cozy abode of Bruce and Sue Saunders, where hearty smells filled the air.
Breakfast Is Served! |
Kiss The Cooks! (Bruce and Sue Saunders worked all morning to refine the recipe, and make bitter acorns into pancakes. The result, absolutely DELICIOUS! |
A Satisfied Customer: Jasper |
Next, We all gathered in the space that Bruce and Sue have created to play music in (where I should be right now, at band practice, incidentally).
There, Perrin led us through the days activities, with Co-organizers Tony Mayor and Murray chiming in as needed.
CHARGE!
Then we marched up to this empty meadow, where Perrin had layed out our weapons for waging forage, for man and animal alike.
Earth-Moving Equipment |
ADULTS AT WORK
Horticulturalist / Herbalist Tony Mayor surveys his materials |
Some made stakes
Some of us Shlepped
Eric Yablon, Laborer In Time |
Youth and Work |
Adults At Play |
Adult At Play 2 |
At the edge of the split |
Gotcha! Adult At Play 3 |
Trying to breed Wheel Burrows (unsuccessfully, stubborn things) |
ACCOMPLISHMENT!
As Perrin well said:
Someday, our children's children might know this field as a forest,
and enjoy the sweet fruits of our sweet labor.
No comments:
Post a Comment