Come say hello and talk homesteading with me! This Sunday, April 17th, from 4:00p-6:00p I will be signing my new book at Powell’s downtown location on Burnside. It’s such an honor to be invited for an event at Powell’s. I blush just thinking about it and need to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. I am fortunate to have a really supportive community in
Usually winter seems to drag on and on, but not this year. Time is flying by way too quickly for me right now. I’m forcing myself to slow down while the world continues to spin. It feels good, but it feels different from the frantic do-ten-things-at-once-pace that I typically operate at. I’m not doing all the things I “should” be doing right now. I’m not
My summer in New York was a fun, yet mixed, experience and the road calls me West. Goodbye New York parks that helped inspire my design aesthetic. Goodbye take out, delivery and crazy food combinations like s’mores french toast. Goodbye gazillion H&M’s stores. They say one is coming to Portland, but I know the selection here can’t be beat. Goodbye Harlem. After reading your great
Upon leaving New Orleans, a somewhat morbid part of me wanted to visit the Gulf of Mexico to either see the oil spill firsthand or catch a glimpse of the white sand beaches before they are gone. I stood on the beach in Mississippi days before the oil would start lapping up. It’s hard to imagine just how large of a catastrophe this has become.
The car hiccup in Austin meant I was on the road a day later into New Orleans, but I was on the road once more. The nine hour drive was broken up with a stop at the Longfellow-Evangeline State Historic Site in Martinville, Louisiana. I met some great new trees here that I would see throughout my drive in the South. They had graceful, white
The end of the term draws closer and closer while the pile of work multiplies. This weekend, as the walls were closing in, I decided to spend a blissful 24-hours in my dearly missed hometown: Portland. No school work, no writing, just escaping back to home. Before leaving town I had picked a big basket of greens from the Urban Farm – a mix of
Three years ago today I started this blog, so happy birthday Hip Chick Digs! I was ready to revolutionize the yard at our new house. The front and back yard was covered in grass and I intended to replace it all with an edible landscape. After reading about permaculture techniques, I was all hot-to-trot on implementing those in my small urban space. It was only
Last week my Plants class took a field trip to the local Eugene Masonic Cemetery to study some native plants and a little landscape history. The cemetery was built in the mid-1850’s by the local Masonic league, back when the fraternal organization of the Freemasons were at the height of popularity. They undertook several community projects including building and maintaining this cemetery for area residents.
I had one of those moments today in the garden. It happened during a quiet morning, as the sun was shining, my muddy clogs on and a cup of coffee in hand as I walked around through my makeshift garden. The moment was something calming. Everything was perfect, in its imperfect way, and I felt complete. Imperfect is easy to describe: empty containers that need