Grandkids? Resisters? Earth-shakers? World leaders? Consider the lesson of the subnivean tunnel with all its off-ramps. A notebook entry with sketch.

Grandkids? World leaders? Parents? Earthlings of any ilk? Are you finding yourself on the lookout for out a metaphorical off-ramp, a work-around? How about a subnivian tunnel?

Celebrate Earth Day every day by crossing a bridge (explore, notice, donate)you’ve never crossed before AND ADOPT A PIECE OF THE PLANET. NASA WILL TELL YOU HOW. (a 420 character 9-liner)

 

I’m crossing the bridge from a shallower

to a deeper depth of Earth knowledge

by buying 55 acres of our Great Blue Marble from NASA

& then I’m going to become keenly aware of everything about it:

local air quality, vegetation & other relevant environmental information.

(Similar to my studies of 1″ squares in my backyard,

but, like I said deeper.)

This is a counter spell to offset the effect of our PFN*.

I’m crossing.

PATTY

*PFN= PRESIDENT FOR NOW

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/earth-day-adopt-the-planet_us_58ef86cfe4b0b9e98489e53c

NASA, Amazon to Live-Stream First 4K Ultra HD Video From Space

LIVING OFF THE URBAN LAND

One of the most fun experiences I’ve had this winter was a Monday evening spent making sourdough bread at Ground Floor Farm.

Here’s how much fun it was: I don’t like to muck around with sticky dough and I had a great time.


I marvel at this ‘farm’ building on SE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. in the city of Stuart, FL. It wasn’t always such an urban dreamscape. I try to picture the street-savvy religious mission it used to be. Red-hot and righteous, the Salvation Army occupied this space off Colorado Avenue not that long ago.


Across the country, the Salvation Army plunges headlong into the emerging commercial culture of city life. Across town, so does the Ground Floor Farm.

I can tell a lot about a place by its chickens.


I heard about the farm but it wasn’t really on my radar until a chef at a local sandwich shop sang its praises. I realize now what all the fuss was about. Nothing else has measured up since.


I judge a farm or market to be a keeper if it adds something new and healthy to my diet. Food is medicine, after all.  And I just love the sense of discovery, don’t you?

 

Take a walk with me around the farm. Not a single thing or inch of space goes to waste.

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In the kitchen, Jackie and her staff bake bread, make cheese, and ferment almost anything from veggies to beverages to vinegars and more.


There are honeybees, flowers, and a cafe. Tours, educational programs, and a year-round farmer’s market.
Oh, and Joy.
There’s Lots and Lots of Joy.

Jackie (my bread guru), Micah, and Mike are dedicated to growing and producing food using sustainable methods. Ground Floor Farm is part urban farm, part kitchen/workshop, part market, part art/events venue, part community space…. and totally magical.

If you ate today, thank a farmer.

So, about that bread.


I’m not sure the evening convinced me to switch permanently from my bread machine.


The process of creating this loaf takes time, love, and plenty of muscle. But it has undoubtedly added to my quality of life. This hand-crafted loaf – the crisp crust, the internal crumb, the yeasty aroma, the complex flavor — is a work of art. And its life-affirming force promotes friendship and conversation. That alone is worth the price of the workshop. (Do I sound like an ad? Enthusiasm in the face of such joy is unavoidable.)


I’m aching for some sourdough bread right this minute.
That’s the beauty of this disarmingly lovely loaf ~ I can eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Plus, with the discards from the starter, I can make cheeky chews like these.

Popovers!

Ground Floor Farm’s next endeavor? To build a pizza oven.
I have no choice but to return.

Toni 3/10/17