This sickens and angers me!

http://toronto.mediacoop.ca/newsrelease/13169

As an "old hippie" at 59 I am now more hopeful than I have been in years due in part to see so many young people in their 20s embracing and learning about organic gardening, permaculture, dumpster diving and living sustainably since I remember when all were either obscure or considered "weird". When I first started raising chickens in the early 90s so many people thought that was so "out there", so to witness backyard poultry raising increasingly common does my soul good. So many of my generation, sadly, abandoned the idealism of the 60s and 70s and became yuppies obsessed with status and Hummers and granite counter tops...here's hoping the inspiring young people I see in action today don't do the same thing.

I have not baked bread in years....

but I'm going to try this.

http://www.frugallivingnw.com/frugal-homemaking/amazing-no-knead-bread-step-by-step-recipe/

I am feeling overwhelmed by Bidens 'Spanish Needle' in my small front yard where I earlier thought I had contained it. I'd love to swap an hour of weeding out there with a few folks for seeds, plants, handouts from my classes

This is not good...and my retirement home is 11 feet above sea level....

http://thinkprogress.org/climate/2012/09/19/872121/arctic-death-spiral-new-local-shipping-and-drilling-pollution-may-speed-up-polar-warming-and-ice-melting/

I thought I'd share that while sweet potatoes might be big enough to dig up and use now, since the 80s I've gotten the best flavor and greatest sweetness by waiting until the vines are actively dying back, often between Halloween and Thanksgiving. Maximum sweetness seems to be after a few cold snaps and the vines have died back completely. Harvested early, they can be starchy and bland vs. flavorful and sweet, which disappoints people growing them for the first time. The pic is of a harvest one autumn that was produced by just one chunk of sweet potato planted that spring.

End Of Summer Weed Hell

All manner of weeds have erupted after our first wet summer in south Tampa in years, and as I yank and pull and sweat in the humid heat I remind myself that some become chicken and duck food immediately, and the rest get packed into 55 gallon compost barrels to add vital green matter.