Sharing the Seeds of Love
It's that time of year again and the window sills are lined with starters: beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash. The Green Committee is caring for the seedlings now that will become your family's food at the great giveaway this April. Earth Week at MdTL is my favorite time of year, embodying so much of what we all strive for: a strong community that shares with joyful, expectation-free abundance; an opportunity to learn from one another about how to simplify our lives through practical, responsible living; a time to celebrate the great Earth that we all inhabit; and an occasion when our children can inspire us with compost 'how-to' and planet inspired poetry! This living is a supreme gift and Earth Week provides the sprinkling of wonder, friendship, partnership and generosity that makes our community whole.
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Why It's Important to Know
Naturally, there is a great deal more here to digest; and if it interests you in anyway you won't want to miss Food, Inc.--available on Netflix as a watch instantly or as a DVD http://movies.netflix.com/WiMovie/Food_Inc./70108783?trkid=2361637.
Here's to being a conscientious consumer:
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A Student Gardener
Gardening gives back. Simply it is one of the greatest changes that you can make for your health, sanity and family. Every minute that I put into my garden, creates an opportunity for nourishment. Whether it's watching two hummingbirds playfully swoop through the air; pinching a crisp, sweet bean off at the end of a long day of work; or witnessing my children creating a secret world of dirt, sticks, waterways and dried flowers--gardening restores my weary self and brings a sense of wonder and purpose to each and everyday. Sure there are days where we just don't get down to the garden, and I am not always the best person to tend to my crops, but right as rain, my garden just goes on growing and even in neglect, the tomatoes keep on ripening.

So the question that I now always ask is, how can you not garden? Even a small patch of fresh herbs can be life-changing! Start the journey, dive in, make the mistakes and become a student gardener! Long may I be a wonderful work in progress, and master of nothing indeed.
~Amy McKelvey
Earth Week Day Three: Clothing Swap
"There is no delight in owning anything unshared." ~ Seneca
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Sustainable Thinking...
I WORRIED
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not, how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
~Mary Oliver
The Change in the Weather Will Keep Us Together
So here we are again with the rushing in of the fall. Back to school time, one routine I never grew tired of. Back to school: the anticipation of seeing old friends and meeting new ones, one gold and one silver, like the childhood rhyme. Pre-school, kindergarten, elementary school, high school, college, graduate school followed by law school. Fresh books, new teachers and professors, the first "grade"to be received of the semester or "quarter" as it were, the new rooms and later, new campuses and new buildings to study in all with their hallowed halls... Now, I am starting the cycle all over again; this time with my daughter, a pre-schooler and then, my son following in her footsteps.
I can't help but be nostalgic about this time. The ushering in of a new season, particularly autumn, conjures up great moments to behold. The first taste of butternut squash soup with fresh cream and cracked black pepper, a football game of your favorite team, roasting pumpkin seeds with sea salt after carving those beautiful pumpkins and that first fall hike when the season has unmistakably changed. The "er" months slowing unfolding like a "en plein air"artist's canvas.
So, what does the fall really bring to mind in those initial thoughts. For certain and in my mind, the deep imprint will forever be the premature birth of my son. It was a mostly unexpected early birth which came subsequent to an extremely filled 24 hours preceding his birth.
There was the "stress test"in the early morning; a must for any mother "over-35." The sandwich cart at UCSF; one not to be missed. Lots of work on the computer: drafting motions; preparing letters to clients; phone calls and emails. The day's "billing" to be accounted for; no rest for the weary. Then, there was the facepaint that needed to be located at the local art store on Haight; the preparation of a big steaming pot of Crawfish Etoufee from scratch; the arrival of my mother and father-in-law; then picking up my daughter from her playschool and dressing her as a brightly-colored peacock.
But, as it turns out, the day had only just begun. There began the Halloween party at our neighbors. Lots of pumpkin cut-out grilled cheeses; I ate five. Some sparkling lemon soft drinks; little hot dogs enveloped in a puff pastry assembled to resemble small "thumbs"; a sea of gourmet cheeses, some spicy Jambalaya and my spicy Crawfish Etoufee.
There was lots of good food to be had and for a pregnant person who had gained the weight of our family's Golden Retriever, it was entirely welcome and befitting. The feast of the senses did not end there. There was the onward march to Belvedere Street for all of us costumed revelers. Ask anyone and they will tell you Belvedere Street is the place to be for families with children in San Francisco. We were to be no exception. From festive orange, black and white balloons, to live human outfitted character shows in windows; to a disco circle playing EW&F's "September;" to Frankenstein on old-school large pull-down screens which projected the iconic movie, there was this real McCoy Halloween to be had in all its ghoulish glory.
I told my father-in-law as we made the ascent with our blue and green glittering little peacock leading the way, that " the baby would come very soon." Little did we know that would happen the very next day. Because after hours of climbing the San Francisco hills and taking part in more revelry at our neighbors complete with our children counting their candies which had been set out in large piles in the floor, our little boy had made up his mind to rush into the world, a whole six weeks early!
The evening then started to wind down. We made our way back to our flat and put our daughter down for the night. She wanted to sleep in her face paint. Who was I to argue at this point of the night. I was then able to soak my tired feet and heavily pregnant body in some warm water and settle down for some late evening reading only to arrive in bed and find my water had broken. With a huge sigh of exhaustion and somewhat disbelief, I made my way to our living room. I found that my husband had just opened a brew to share with my Hungarian friend (one of my dear "study abroad" old friends was visiting from across the Atlantic) and he happened to be staying with us for the week.
"My water just broke," I announced."Time to get packing and to the hospital. "
My husband just sat there staring at me like this was some type of joke. Having already been through a terribly long labor and emergency delivery of our first-born daughter, he knew what he was in for. My erudite European friend, who can play Liszt and Mozart on the piano like nobody's business, gave a perfect nudge to my husband and said, "I think you should start packing now." My husband got the picture. He set his beer down and starting running around in circles. My European friend, called Csongi, said some comforting words and gave us the strength to get going.
We didn't know the sex this time around. We were gearing up for another round in the ring.
Add another grueling day, two weeks in the hospital to account for our son's "complicated course" in his first weeks on the planet, and then, home, home at last. My European friend gone, the pumpkin cheesecake still in the refigerator (he had requested an "American dessert"when I asked if there was anything I could pick up for him,) and we finally arrived at home with this newly minted "It is son!"in the delivery room. Now, the fall will forever remind me of the birth of our son, Sebastian, and all his prefatory and colorful history.
All the Best,
Loren
RESPONSIBILITY

Parents are queuing up for the sustainability movement. Why? Well, regardless of your party line, we all know how to carry responsibility--and change it, and feed it, and worry obsessively about it; and at the end of the day...madly love it. Truth be told, we can't get enough of it.
The earth has always been and is becoming again--a parent's best friend. When we are tired and operating at 11% we need only to walk outside and all is restored. Ever notice how being outside means saying 'no' less, or how for some reason your leg doesn't become the most interesting thing when dirt is present?
Nature calms us all; she is the perfect tonic for the young and the old and it is our responsibility to protect her and care for her––and properly introduce our children to her. When parents respect their environment, children do too. When we take the time to compost, recycle, garden, and support one another, our children learn firsthand about the beauty of responsibility.
YUMMY WORDS
“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.”
~ Leo F. Buscaglia
