In the Barren Fork Conservation area this year, the government planted a community ;), monoculture garden crop of turnips. We harvested buckets of them, washed them in the creek and feasted all winter on raw, baked, stewed and boiled bulbous taproots. Most didn’t seem to even know this was available. We never saw anyone there except for an abundance of wildlife. Hmmmm
My harvest happy husband~
Since it had rained recently, I had my eyes peeled for story telling pieces in the soil. Qik found the bird point in the photo below a week earlier and I found the Dalton on the right a month before. Amongst the turnips, untouched by the propagation process, was the one on the left – oh the stories it tells. We are honored to care for these tools and absorb their history.
Walking home debating - who is cooking tonight~
Marla Bird
Scatter Seeds... 