waste
it is March, and apples still hang from the tree on the corner. they are shriveled and lumpy, dull and lifeless. it is not my tree, but i wonder if it were, would i have picked them all?
posted by amy at
5:51 PM
Monday, March 30, 2009
About Me
- Name: amy
- Location: Durango, southwestern colorado, United States
my name, as an anagram, is yam (also a vegetable i happen to love). i live close to a town called paradox, which somehow seems fitting. i'm generally either in a state of bliss or mayhem. i travel more than my budget says i should, but i'm also rooted to a piece of land through the pursuit of creating local, sustainable agriculture in one of the more difficult climates known to farmers. i like challenges that inspire creativity, thinking and feeling beyond what's already obvious. still, i'm constantly trying to work past my fear of things, and my comfort in what i know. Trust love, silly brain...
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- 4 days in
- eat local challenge
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