• Last Saturday I went to the Carolina Farm Stewardship Association conference in Durham with Charlie and Walter. The workshops were interesting, for the most part, but I heard that I missed a couple of really great ones that had to do with edible schoolyards and youth projects. I enjoyed the one with Cricket Rakita about basic seed saving, and in the afternoon I participated in a very interesting discussion with CR Lawn of Fedco Seeds and others about seed patents. In a world without Monsanto, I would love to start a second life as a seed producer or breeder.

    The last thing in the world I need right now probably is more seeds, but there was a seed exchange table and a couple of seed vendors that were irresistable. Fedco was not there as a seller, but Southern Exposure Seed Exchange was and SC Foundation Seed Association presented heirloom seeds for sale from the collection of Dr. David Bradshaw of Clemson University. If I had an acre of land, I would have bought a lot more of the Bradshaw collection.

    I bought a packet of Willow Butterbeans, which had been in the Bradshaw family for 150 years and was selected for its slender leaf shape, resistance to Mexican bean beetles, beans per pod, and vigorous production. He said that they were his favorites. Another butterbean variety I chose for the color – Loudermilk butterbeans are about half white with the remainder a sharp contrast of spotted black. I only have 25 each of these beans but if I raise enough to share, next fall I’ll offer them up to others interested in growing and saving the seeds to pass on to others.

    At the seed saving table, I picked up Choppee okra, another 150-year old variety from the Georgetown, SC area that is long and slender. A red speckled butterbean from Cricket Rakita that looks like Red Calico but he says that it doesn’t turn gray when cooked. And “Italienischer” oakleaf lettuce and “Marconi” sweet pepper.

    SESE had a basket of 2007 seeds, mostly organic, for a dollar a packet. I bought:
    Cosmos, Bright Lights
    Zinnia, State Fair mixed colors (I missed my zinnias this year!)
    Basil, Dark Opal
    Cotton, Erlene’s Green (I’ve always wanted to try green cotton!)
    Lettuce, Red Sails
    Tatsoi
    Creasy Greens
    Tomato, Cherokee Purple (I swear, the only other tomato seeds I will buy will be Amish Paste or Roma.)

    It was encouraging to see so many young conference attendees and the dinner was all local and delicious. My friends Fleming and Brit Pfann of Celebrity Dairy won the Farmer of the Year award. Michael Ableman gave an entertaining keynote speech and slide show. Charlie seemed to be rejuvenated and uplifted by the whole thing and I loved getting to know Walter a little better, partly because he treated me like a queen, complete with a shoulder rub in the hallway!

    I had paid for and was supposed to go to the workshops on Sunday, which really seemed more interesting to me, but I didn’t go. I missed a workshop on raw milk legislation and Jim Riddle’s perspective on national organic standards, which if you have been with me for a long time, you know that I used to be fairly rabid on the subject. I did meet Jim at the dinner and shook his hand. I told him that he was my hero! (I didn’t mention along with Michael Pollan, Mark Kastel, Wendell Berry, and Charlie!)

    Anyway, the conference was terrific and well worth the money spent. I will probably get more involved in CFSA and we are talking about our Slow Food convivium doing more in collaboration with them. If I can swing it, I’ll try to go to the conference again next year.

  • I haven’t stopped blogging, but the little energy that I’ve had has been going to other things. Mainly, work, class, and worrying about my little Squirt. A wonderful Slow Food event last night, but I’ll have to write about that later.

    I’ve known deep down that something was not right with Squirt for a while. He has lost weight and developed an obsession with the water bowl. Then he started throwing up a lot of water because he drinks so much. Early this week, I prepared myself with information about feline diabetes and took Squirt to the vet.

    He weighed 6.5 pounds, down a pound from two months ago. They did extensive, expensive tests and the good news is that he does not have diabetes, which was the diagnosis I dreaded and expected to hear. However, he has a host of other serious problems, including a large (hopefully) benign tumor on his thyroid, the beginning of kidney failure, a bacterial infection of some kind, a heart murmur, and really bad teeth. Basically, what is going on right now is that his metabolism is running so high that he can’t eat or drink enough, and he was slowly starving.

    Squirt is very much like a child to me – I handfed him when he was an itty bitty sick feral kitten and we developed a very strong bond. He is ten years old now, and although he is the second youngest of my six cats, the vet considers him to be geriatric. I consider him to be my baby.

    I’ve had the conversation with myself quite a few times that I wouldn’t have Squirt too many more years, and I’ll have to deal with that when the time comes. I hope that we’ll get him through this and I’ll get to enjoy his company for ten more years.

    The medication and treatment is not onerous at all, not at all what I would have been facing if he had had diabetes. I give him an antibiotic at night in a pill pocket or in his food, and he is so ravenous that he gulps it right down. The thyroid medicine goes into his ear twice a day. And he loves the new food that I have to buy from the vet for him for his kidney problem. It’s expensive and the other cats are jealous – they want some too. I have to stand guard until he finishes eating.

    The vet says that she feels good about his chances so once I got over the shock I started feeling better too.

    Now I’m off to the vet to buy some more food and then on to the farmer’s market for my groceries. I’m by myself this weekend and looking forward to some quiet time. My plan is to finish my essay and portfolio for my capstone project so that I can graduate in December, which means I am going to try to keep the distractions down. Once that is accomplished there will be one less source of worry for me.

  • NORTH CAROLINA RAW MILK ACTION ALERT
    From Ruth Ann Foster
    Greensboro, NC Chapter Leader and Raw Milk Coordinator
    October 19, 2007

    BACKGROUND
    On September 7, 2007, the NC Board of the Department of Agriculture (NCDA) adopted a rule requiring the addition of a charcoal colored dye be added to all raw milk sold as pet milk. This rule was then sent to the NC Rules Review Commission (RRC), which assessed it during the past month.

    UPDATE
    RRC attorney Bobby Bryan evaluated the rule and determined that the Ag Department had followed correct protocol and does have the statutory authority to mandate this rule. Therefore, it was his recommendation to the Commission that they accept the rule.

    Before voting on October 18, 2007, the Rules Review Commission heard testimony from Kathy Davis, an organic pet milk producer. Kathy is one of only two pet milk producers registered with the Ag Department. Kathy emphasized the need for organic colostrum and milk for the beef industry and other farmers. She addressed the issue of protecting her organic certification and how the addition of dye would cause her product to be adulterated.

    The Commission then called for a response from David McLeod, NCDA Assistant Commissioner for Policy, Communications, and Legal Affairs. Mr. McLeod reiterated the illegality of raw milk in North Carolina and how this rule was to deter its consumption. He stated that the dye chosen met organic standards. However, we have recently learned that NCDA has never contacted Kathy Davis’s organic certifier Amy Griner, despite Amy’s requests to determine the composition of the dye to give it approval.

    The RRC was amused by the fact that there are only two pet milk producers in the state. Sadly, it is not the role of the Commission to evaluate the necessity or fairness of a rule. They merely follow the rule making protocol outlined in the Administrative Procedures Act.

    It was obvious that the vote was a difficult one for the RRC as they reluctantly made a move to vote. The result, after a few moments of deliberation, was in favor of the rule. Fortunately, their vote does not make this rule active, yet. The Commission stated that they were very impressed and thanked Kathy for her articulate and passionate presentation.

    WHAT THIS MEANS – NO DYE YET!
    The NCDA was surprised by the scope of our objection, which they did not expect! Because the RRC received our numerous letters of objection, the rule has been successfully delayed for review in the next legislative session.

    In May 2008, Senator Kay Hagan will introduce a bill to block this rule. If Senator Hagan or any other legislator were not to introduce a bill at that time, the dye in pet milk rule would automatically go into effect in July 2008. Meanwhile, pet milk sales remain LEGAL and require NO addition of dye.

    Clearly, the NCDA’s attempt to thwart us with this rule has not only heightened public awareness but also increased support. Many have become disconcerted by the ridiculous bureaucratic efforts intended to restrict our freedom of choice. Public interest is vital for gaining legislative endorsement. Having two bills in the upcoming legislative session should garner more attention from our senators and representatives. Our work continues.

    ACTION TO TAKE
    Contact your state senators and representatives to make them aware of this pending rule. Refer to the talking points provided to convey your objections.
    To find your legislators go to http://ncleg.net/ . On the right side bar type in your nine digit zip code.

    Many thanks to Kathy Davis for her excellent testimony, and to all of you who work so diligently to make clean raw milk a legal food choice in North Carolina.

    Yours Sincerely,
    Ruth Ann Foster

    TALKING POINTS FOR OBJECTION TO RULE NCAC 09E .0116

    General
    * This rule is intended to penalize people not pets.
    * Raw milk is a natural food or feed designed to be consumed in its natural state. It is not manufactured.
    * Addition of dye is adulteration.
    * FDA estimates that only .5% of milk is consumed raw
    * This rule deters NC farmers from realizing income from pet milk sales while consumers may purchase raw milk from South Carolina where it is legally sold
    * There are two raw milks – one that must be pasteurized due to poor quality milk from confined animals, and the other which consumers seek from grass fed, healthy animals on pasture
    * There are only two pet milk producers registered with the NCDA

    Consumer Awareness
    * Consumers who purchase pet milk know what they are buying. They do not confuse it with grocery store milk.
    * Consumption of raw milk is totally legal
    * Raw milk is legally sold retail in 12 states
    * With restrictions in 22
    * Sold as pet milk in 5 states
    * Alaska, Arizona, Colorado, Texas, and Washington require dye in pet milk
    * However, these states ALSO allow raw milk for human consumption

    Raw Milk Safety
    * The FDA estimates there are 76 million illnesses, 325,000 hospitalizations, and 5,000 deaths per year from foodborne illnesses
    * The majority are caused by contaminated Produce, 38%
    * ALL dairy – pasteurized and raw, accounts for less than 1% of these illnesses
    * All pathogens reported to be found in raw milk have been identified in pasteurized milk after pasteurization
    * Pasteurized milk has caused numerous major foodborne outbreaks including our nation’s largest Salmonella outbreak which caused 200,000 illnesses, 3,000 hospitalizations, and 18 deaths

    Raw Milk Safer than Pasteurized Milk
    * During the past 25 years there have been NO outbreaks from Listeria in raw milk
    * In that same time, Pasteurized milk has caused four major outbreaks resulting in 305 illnesses and 61 deaths from Listeria monocytogenes
    * The 2000 Listeriosis outbreak in Winston-Salem was associated with contaminated cheese – the raw milk tested NEGATIVE for the pathogen

    No food or drink is immune to contamination.
    Raw milk is the ONLY food to be made illegal.

  • Here is the cover of Shuttle, Spindle, and Dyepot magazine (the official publication of the Handweavers Guild of America) from Summer 1998, when it published an article about John and his work. At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the article, which I scanned, and other links that I found about John on the Internet.

    From 1993, for the Greensboro Weavers Guild “Whimsical” exhibit, John presented a woven shirt and a snake. John really liked snakes.

    He is not in many of the Guild’s photos because he took most of them.

    Here’s an excerpt from the introduction (exhortation?) he wrote to Greensboro Weavers Guild members about “Let’s Be Whimsical,” the group project/exhibit that the Guild undertook in 1993-1994:

    To me, the word whimsy strongly suggests the word freedom. I like that idea. We as artists and crafts people need more freedom. Working in the medium of fiber we are all too often faced with restrictions and constraints of one kind or another…

    Throughout history artists and crafts people have had to deal with their own set of circumstances and limitations. Many of their limits were self imposed as many of ours are today. We can gain a great deal of artistic freedom by observation and thought followed by action. We all want to grow and explore new avenues as we create. We probably all realize that nothing is really “new” under this sun. But we really can bring our ideas and materials together in fresh and curious ways – in visually intriguing and thought provoking ways.

    For an invigorating and inspirational exercise I like to examine the stuff of the past. Past peoples, past cultures, past movements, etc. A virtual treasure trove of art objects and solutions to visual problems is out there, waiting for us to learn from and enjoy. It can be so satisfying and almost overwhelming to witness the range of artistic expression that has gone on in the past. These objects belong to all of us, many may seem outlandish or “whimsical” but each serves as a bench mark for all who seek freedom of expression. Enjoy the images.

    We went up to Virginia to be with our family for the holidays. One evening we went out for a drive to view the holiday lights. As we took off my brother-in-law who was driving announced that for safety purposes he was issuing ‘back seat driver’s licenses’ to all passengers! Wow! What an idea! I must do that for our guild members!

    My dear guild members, under the auspices of our Greensboro Weavers Guild I am pleased to issue your well deserved ‘Artistic License.’ Use it in good health and ‘Whimsically’ of course!

    Thank you, John. I believe that I’ll dig out that license, dust it off, and put it to use.


    John’s obituary and guestbook in the News and Record.” Copied in full below from legacy.com.

    John Lawrence Skau, 53, of Archdale, N.C., died Wednesday, Oct. 10, 2007. A celebration of his life and work will occur at a later date. John Skau was born Dec. 27, 1953, in Waukegan. He received an associates degree from Lake County Community College, a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Northern Illinois University and his Master of Fine Arts from Cranbrook Academy of Art. He was a nationally known artist producing one of kind sculptural baskets. His work appears in many public and private collections including Art Quest in Greensboro. He also taught around the country including Ball State University, Arrowmont, Penland, and Theatre Art Gallery in High Point. In addition he was a stay at home dad, cook and bottle washer. He was active in the Archdale Library Friends, Trinity Historical Preservation Society, Greensboro Weavers Guild and Piedmont Craftsmen among many others. For all who knew John, his generosity and kindness made him a model for their own lives. His caring continued beyond people and the arts to the environment. He was dedicated to conservation and lived with great respect for the earth, its inhabitants and natural resources. He is survived by his wife, Judith West; sons, Drew Skau of Charlotte, N.C. and Erik Skau of Archdale; brothers, Tom Skau of Round Lake and Jim Skau of Rockford; and sister, Sue Skau and partner Stevie Conlon of Arlington Heights. In lieu of flowers the family requests that memorials be made to an Arts organization of the donor’s choice.
    Published in Chicago Suburban Daily Herald on Oct. 12, 2007

  • Finally got enough butterbeans at one time to make a little pot of butterbeans and bacon! (You might call them lima beans.)

    Most of these are Carolina Sieva, and the few gray ones are Red Calico, both varieties originally from Monticello. I save the seed to plant again the following year. Next year I plan to devote more space to butterbeans and less space to tomatoes.

    The bacon is not local, but humanely raised and bought from Deep Roots Market, my locally-owned natural foods co-op.

    Home for lunch, taking a few vacation hours before going to class tonight.

  • Things constantly change in the Back Forty.

    March 27, 2007 ^

    July 8, 2007 ^

    May 6, 2007 ^

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    April 25, 2007^

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  • I decided not to try to write a work of literature about the lake trip and just yak about it randomly.

    It was a quiet vacation, the kind I like, although I’m much better suited to it than my husband. I can be alone for three days with a stack of books or a project with no problems. Sandy needs a little more action, and was ready to come home about mid-week when the weather turned cooler and rainier. I was quiet company all wrapped up in my hat weaving and reading, and we ended up being by ourselves for much of the time.

    Jake, my grand-nephew, turned out to have a severe case of swimmer’s ear that he apparently had prior to coming down to the lake. When a six-year-old asks to go to the doctor, you know it’s not good. My sister had to go back home for a tennis tournament match and so they all left early Tuesday, planning to return the next day. Jake ended up going to his daddy’s house since he would have been miserable without going in the water and my sister and brother-in-law didn’t return until this past Friday night. By that time, we’d decided to come home a little earlier than planned.

    After a couple of days of sitting in the water and on the pontoon boat anchored in front of the house, playing games and drinking, Sandy and I went to Lake Shore Lodge on Sunday night to watch the Sopranos. It was a little B&B that charged about the same as a cheap motel in Whiteville or Wilmington and was much, much nicer. I had asked about HBO in advance and reserved the room after being assured that we would be able to watch it Sunday night, since there were TVs in the common rooms. Later when I paid for the room I was told that they didn’t have HBO and Phyllis, the other owner, subscribed to it just because we were told that they did. It sure was an expensive TV show, for everybody involved, but I’m still glad that we did it.

    I couldn’t believe that the finale didn’t include ducks, so I’m inserting some here.

    I wove a hat all day Monday while the rest of my family went to the aquarium at Fort Fisher. More about the hat in another post.

    On Monday night we watched Pan’s Labyrinth, which we had rented from Netflix. Whew, what an intense movie. Very disturbing. Then on Tuesday, Sandy and I drove to Wilmington and noodled around the riverfront area, ate lunch at Fat Tony’s and shopped a bit in the Cotton Exchange.

    That night there was a vicious storm and we lost power. The lightning flashed off the boat and the water and the thunder was so loud it began to hurt our ears. We had napped in the late afternoon and didn’t feel like going to bed early, and there were no candles in the house. I have to admit that I was glad that we brought the laptop, because we ended up watching another movie, A Good Year, that night. The power went on and off, and the movie ran seamlessly between the battery and the AC power. The outage was weird because I walked out on the neighbor’s pier to see how many houses were out and it was very spotty.

    My mother visited on Wednesday, and she brought veggies from her and Trudy’s gardens and a Vidalia onion pie. After lunch we drove down to Lake Waccamaw State Park and looked at their display in the visitor’s center. This seemed to make Mama happy, and she drove back home because she was nervous that we would get more storms. She doesn’t like to stay overnight at the lake house. I can’t remember a single time when she has. We got along well and she really liked my hat.

    On Thursday, Sandy and I drove down to Caswell Beach and tried to find the spot where his aunt and uncle’s house used to be before the ocean reclaimed the property. We never did figure it out. Then we drove into Southport, poked around antique stores and ate a late lunch at Fishy Fishy Cafe. We strolled around looking at the beautiful old cottages and very expensive boats. I think that we found a boat that we could afford.

    All we need are a couple of shovels and some hip boots.

    On the way back we stopped at a roadside stand and I bought four pounds of Carolina shrimp for three dollars a pound. Of course for that price they had the heads on because they were straight off the boat but the guy popped them off for me at no charge. If I had a bigger cooler and he had had some help I would have bought more. I was alert for any signs that advertised gator tail, but I believe that I missed my chance last year. Oh well.

    We saw more gators than I have ever seen before. One big one that I call Mama Gator lives right across from our house in the canal. I estimate that she’s about ten feet long. Some trips we see her babies swimming around in the canal. I stress, in the canal, not in the lake. The first day I see an alligator in the lake, the experience will be altered forever for me. We took lots of gator photos, but the reflection off the water messed up most of them. I bet that I saw 2-3 alligators every day.

    On the way to Southport on the long lonely swampy stretch of HWY 211, a doe and her fawn crossed the road in front of us. And we both saw a big black squirrel, which neither of us had ever seen before. Of course, the usual assortment of waterfowl, birds and turtles. The worst wildlife experience was when a really aggressive deerfly attacked me and bit me five times before I made it to the lake and got rid of him. I nearly stripped in front of everybody trying to get it off me. We never did kill him and I avoided his territory all week, which was in front of the back door, unfortunately.

    We ate at Dale’s twice, which is a good place to get typical southeastern NC food in a beautiful setting. Down where I come from, eating out means eating fried seafood. Other than that, we didn’t do a lot of cooking.

    I finished Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, which was incredibly inspiring and supportive and just awesome – a book that I will read again and again when I need a boost. I read Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf – just happened to pick it up in a free bin and realized that I’d never read Woolf. My boat and lake chair book was Chesapeake by Michener, another paperback off the free shelf at Ed McKays. I like to have some reading material at the lake that can be dropped in the water without much dismay, but it was a good choice anyway, since I know that at least one main branch of my family were early Chesapeake settlers.

  • Oh, how I love Slow Food. The dinner last night with Carlo Petrini, Erika Lesser, and other North Carolina Slow Food leaders just confirmed my already warm and fuzzy feelings for this organization.

    I’m not an “organization” person. I’m a loner, and usually I prefer nothing more than a cool afternoon weeding my garden, or a day alone working on some kind of creative project. The last thing on earth I would choose would be a sitdown with all strangers. Sitting down at a table with this group of people whom I had never met, I realized how much I want this experience more often. Sharing wonderful tastes, our experiences, our passions, offering simple conversation about the food we eat and enjoy. I walked in a bundle of nerves, and walked out feeling that I was blessed.

    And this food, this food. Oh my God. This was one of the most incredible meals I have ever eaten. Andrea Reusing of the Lantern, a Chapel Hill Asian restaurant that takes her local food philosophy to the maximum possibilities, sent out dish after dish of delicacies for us to try. We started with a local turnip soup with pickled ramps that was divine. Then, every appetizer on the menu came out. My personal favorite: the sashimi with yellowfin tuna and sea scallops with sea urchin oil. It melted in my mouth as every taste bud cried out for joy. Then, on the recommendation of a regular customer, I ordered the black cod. Buttery delicate goodness, although at that point I was so completely stuffed that I could barely eat another bite. The desserts, unfortunately, mainly went to waste because we were all happily groaning with full bellies, but I tried little tastes of several and they were just as incredible as the rest of the meal. I didn’t get back to my sister’s house until 11:30! A typically Italian, lingering meal in the company of good people.

    I sat at the end of the table, so I didn’t get much talk time with Carlo Petrini. The acoustics and the language barrier made it difficult. Much of the time he was talking with another guest in French. Occasionally he talked in Italian and Erika translated for him. He discussed the possibility of connecting the N.C. convivia with Tibetan yak cheese producers, which sounded like a wonderful idea, but in the end I think that we decided that North Carolina wasn’t the best area to do this. I love the idea of partnering with other world convivia and presidia though.

    Erika Lesser from Slow Food USA was gracious and friendly. I immediately felt comfortable with her, in a way that I seldom do with people I don’t know. Talking with her and the others made me wish that I had more time to devote to the organization.

    The best part of this dinner for me was the connection with leaders from Slow Food Charlotte and Slow Food Research Triangle. We swapped ideas and discussed the building of an outdoor brick oven. By the end of the dinner, we decided that we should find ways to have more events together, and I felt that I had made some friends.

    That’s the other reason why I love Slow Food. It is all about our connections with each other and the earth. There’s not anything much more basic than food – we must all eat to live. What a perfect thing to bring us all together.

    Oh yeah – if you’re interested in hearing Carlo Petrini speak, here’s the information for his lecture in Raleigh tomorrow night:

    Wednesday, May 23, 2007
    ‘Farm-to-Fork’ Exploration
    A Carlo Petrini Lecture NCSU McKimmon Center
    1101 Gorman Street, Raleigh
    7:00 p.m.
    Presented by: The Center for Environmental Farming Systems

    Carlo Petrini will lead a discussion on the meaning and value of preserving food traditions, defending biodiversity, and protecting food that is good, clean, and fair.

    The lecture is FREE and open to the public. Reserved seating is available. For reserved seating information, visit on-line at http://www.cefs.ncsu.edu or contact Lisa Forehand at 513-0954.

    Now, unfortunately, I have to go back to work!

  • Sandino and I have made it to our 20th year of marriage without killing or maiming each other. I think that’s pretty impressive.

    The sad thing is, during those twenty years there weren’t many photos taken of the two of us together. Even at our wedding. We were broke, so we didn’t hire a professional photographer. A friend of ours took photos.

    Our wedding day was a big surprise, since I had instructed my mother to invite around 20 people. She invited everyone at her church. There were good friends who missed our wedding, but lots of people that I didn’t know from Adam.

    The short background story is that my father had died six months earlier, so I wanted to keep it small and simple. Heck, I would have been fine with a courthouse ceremony.

    I let my mother do pretty much as she pleased as long as she was willing to pay for it. I did draw the line at the trumpet fanfare before I walked down the aisle. My mother and I are just a tad different in style. We both got through the day thanks to the wonder of modern medicine.

    It was a nice wedding. Sandy’s old friend Jimmy Locke played the guitar and sang The Wedding Song. The (short) florist hung the flower ball in the middle of the gazebo after the rehearsal, and it attracted insects. So it hung right in front of my brother’s face, and he did a good job of not getting stung without obviously dodging the bees. I remember a gnat crawling across the preacher’s upper lip as he conducted the ceremony. It was a Southern Baptist ceremony, and so the reception had great food and no alcohol.

    We spent our wedding night at Lake Waccamaw, and then at a family friend’s beach cottage at Ocean Isle Beach.

    These photos may be your last chance of ever seeing me in make-up.

    My favorite picture from the wedding – Sandy mugs for the camera:

    I must have been afraid that he was going to bite me.

    Here’s where my B.A. in drama finally paid off – I have no idea who this lady is. Sandy is behind me:

    We celebrated our 20th anniversary a little early when we went to Tuscany in October 2006, but tonight we’re going to 223 South Elm to celebrate it again. I think that there’s a duck there with my name on it.

    I love ya, sweets!

  • Jan checks out…

    the cattails

    on the Rivercane walk at John C. Campbell Folk School.