The cleanse of spring.

I am full on into ‘fruits and vegetables omg it’s spring and things are growing’ mode, and enjoying it enormously.  Case in point:


On the left is sundried tomato and stinging nettle hummus just before blending, and on the right is a banana, pear, parsley, and kombucha smoothie.  I heart my (not so secret) stinging nettle collection spot.

Making delicious healthy things while listening to radio of the beautiful Neko Case just might be the perfect way to spend a late March Wednesday morning before work.

Does anyone have other favorite early spring wild edibles?  And if you’re from the Cities, would you be willing to share your collection spots?


A hopeful spring word.

Word of the day = cotyledon

According to Science Daily, “Upon germination, the cotyledon usually becomes the embryonic first leaves of a seedling.”

ImageAll I know is these little guys give me hope for spring and warmth and the gloriousness of growth when they pop up in my egg carton trays of seed starts.  Plus it’s a pretty fun word to say 🙂

Words to Live By: Neal DeGrasse Tyson

“When I look up at the night sky and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than most of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up — many people feel small, because they’re small, the Universe is big — but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity — that’s really what you want in life. You want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant. You want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings on and activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive.”
-Neal DeGrasse Tyson

Perfectly spiritual without being particularly religious, this quote from Neal DeGrasse Tyson that I found via Brain Pickings so succinctly and vibrantly elucidates our soul-home, that is, the entirety of everything.  It’s why I’m not particularly depressed when I think about the eventual (and possibly not so very distant) end of human beings as a species because we’ve eff-ed up our world so badly.  It’s why those photos of our tiny dot in one galaxy in the vast vast universe don’t make me feel insignificant in the least.

We are all made of stars, my dears.  Stars and soil and the flora, fauna, and universe matter of the ages.  And we all know it somewhere in our deepest heart of hearts, we just forget much of the time while we’re utterly caught up in our social and cultural humanness.  Let us remember more often.