slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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Yesterday was Mama visitin’, fried shrimp and steak eatin’, sittin’ in the water beer drinkin’, and nappin’. Today is coffee drinkin’ and bookbindin’. There is a nice breeze but we’ll probably catch the rain later that Greensboro is getting today. I don’t mind the rain so much down here. Usually I can sit on the…
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These all began as discarded books on the free shelf at Ed McKay’s. I covered them with gift tissue paper or handmade paper and Lumiere acrylic paints. The binding for each book is longstitch, using waxed linen thread and glass beads. Altered book, “The Search for Peace” 8.5 x 5.75 x 1 in. 48 pages…
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Yikes, CFSA reported that HR 2749 was likely to pass today. I don’t know why people can’t understand that the same rules that are good for industrial food safety can’t be applied to small farmers and food producers without killing them. Talk about throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Didn’t any of these folks…
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Received this email from Carolina Farm Stewardship Association today. My disappointment? My N.C. rep is not on this list. Miller voted for the last b.s. food “safety” bill too. Whenever I write to him about agricultural issues, he replies that he is not on the agriculture committee. Well, by God, he eats, doesn’t he? If…
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Peach and banana slices in the food dehydrator. Red Calico, Lowdermilk, Carolina Sieva, and Willow butterbeans and Purple Pink Eye and Dixie Lee field peas in the fridge. Plenty of snaps. I finished 3 by Flannery O’Connor last night and started Twilight, which is the latest office obsession. I figured that I should join the…
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Aw, I see rain to our northwest on the radar, but I doubt that we will get it. The weather forecast all week is “y’all might could git a few thunderstorms. If yore lucky, hit’ll git y’all a tiny little bit of rain. If you ain’t, hit’ll blow away yore trailer and flood yore crick.”…
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Okay, I swear that I’m getting off the computer after I write this, but I am filled with love and needed to express it. Whenever I go away on a trip, especially somewhere as beautiful as Alaska and Vancouver, I begin fantasizing about moving there. I have lived two places in my life – in…
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“The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. ‘Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?’ he asked. “‘Begin at the beginning,’ the King said gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’” Here’s how this travelogue works. I posted my notes from the journal that I kept during the trip, along with…
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