After the Rain

This spectacular mustard field growing amidst vineyards in Sonoma County captured the hearts and imaginations of many folks who traversed this two lane road this weekend, mine included! I’d set out with the intention of capturing images this week in between the rains that came and went, knowing full well that I was doing the one thing I could do to extend the very brief time these blossoms would be showcasing this particular part of their life cycle this year. Because like it or not, unseasonably warm weather allowed so many plants to enjoy a false early spring, only to be slammed with days and days of frigid temps–and snow! You can imagine how I might be motivated to prolong the false start with my camera, knowing the beauty that has surrounded me these last couple of weeks was about to be cut very very short. So here’s my tribute to an early “spring” and if I get nostalgic (soon) I will at least be able to visit my own post and grin a bit. 🙂

It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head, and he went to bed,
And he couldn’t get up in the morning.

– Anon.

First came the camellias, truly one of the most beautiful blessings which I enjoy here in Mendocino County.


I treasure this display immeasureably, so the early emerging of the browning edges on these flowers is a disappointment I will have to weather.

About the same time the quince went aflame.

And this loveliness emerged. Anyone know its name?

Undaunted the storms continued to come in late at night, winds whipping, rains thundering down. In the morning the nearby creek would be rushing with muddy waters.

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

– Robert Louis Stevenson

A trip down county revealed snow had fallen on hills normally immune to such freezing displays! A visit to another creek only confirmed the widespread watery reality.

The beauty of these rushing waters is not lost on me. They are a part of my regional heritage and I know, love and respect the natural cycles of Northern California. I have lived through floods, earthquakes and mudslides. They come with the territory of life in this part of the state. Being prepared and cautious gets one through the challenges inherent in choosing to live here.

Beauty is where you find it. Today I chanced upon this lovely altar hidden behind a large wrought iron gate in a small garden near an inn where I was to meet an old friend. What a lovely discovery.

At day’s end the billowing clouds over the mustard fields are already threatening rain as I return northward to Mendo where I am greeted by the small colorful display before my old Buddha, safe out of the falling rain. I am home.

Love and winter blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Book News: Bookshop Santa Cruz staff has honored Plant Whatever Brings You Joy by placing it on their Staff Favorites shelf! This touched my heart! Thank you!

Plant Whatever Brings You Joy!

Dear Readers: By now many of you have learned that my new book Plant Whatever Brings You Joy: Blessed Wisdom from the Garden is built around 52 lessons or metaphors from the garden. The chapter which became the name of the book–and ultimately the name of this blog–here follows. Enjoy!

Plant Whatever Brings You Joy!

I had thought I would never live in a city again, having put in time in both San Francisco and Mexico City, but Amsterdam proved to be the exception. It was quite safe, clean, interesting, and charming. Still, after two years passed, I began to grow restless with being in an urban environment. Short trips to the small charming town of Marken broke up the tension of city living, but it was not enough.

In my neighborhood the building of flats across the street had been torn down, leaving a gaping hole as my view. Small trees had been planted at the edge of the broad sidewalks, but we were, when it came down to it, surrounded by cement. My restlessness with the situation grew to agitation. Coupled with the fact we were in an urban environment was the undeniable fact that we were still, after two years, outsiders. By now Antonia spoke fluent Dutch, but she remained somewhat isolated. Her mother was a foreigner. Our neighbors consisted of born-and-bred Dutchmen and a small number of Turkish families (also tagged as forever being foreigners in the eyes of the locals). We were the Americans.

One afternoon I looked out at the brick and concrete landscape, nearly exasperated, and I suddenly heard a voice in me say, “If you don’t like it, change it. But don’t complain about it anymore.” I was startled to hear this voice, but I recognized instantly that it was the truth of the situation.

I went downstairs and examined the sidewalk. Dutch sidewalks are made of very very large (but not deep) cement blocks manufactured elsewhere and then laid down on sand. What I discovered by poking around is that while they are very heavy, they could be removed. A liberating realization! Standing and staring at the broad sidewalk reaching from the wall of our building to the curb, I suddenly envisioned how convenient it would be to remove the blocks just adjacent to the wall. And, once removed, the exposed earth would create a perfect sized garden plot! Interesting!

I advised my landlord, who lived downstairs, what I intended to do. No protest from him. I enlisted the help of a couple of male friends, and they were able to pry up four of the large cement blocks in front of our building and move them to the area behind our flat (just in case the City Fathers ever wanted them put back). I dug up the sand underneath to a depth of about two feet. Perfect. Antonia and I filled up the hole I had made with fresh earth. I began to purchase flowering plants and gradually filled the earthen area with their living beauty.

And a strange thing happened. Strangers began appearing at the door of my flat. Strangers who had previously shied away from us “foreigners”. Some brought plants. And some shoved money into my hands! I was dumbfounded, amazed and delighted!

Children showed up to help set the plants in the ground. Soon we had our garden! We had made a difference in our neighborhood. Everyone could see and enjoy the beauty. It made my heart burst with joy. The momentum from that single action was so unexpected.

One evening an elderly woman came to the door and told me she lived down the street and that her husband was an invalid who sat inside all day. Watching out the window was one of his main activities. She asked humbly if we would consider coming down to their flat and planting another garden, which we did.

This simple act of the willingness to go against the grain, to step outside the box, to challenge the way things had always been done proved to be a deeply transformational experience for both me and my daughter, and the heartstrings that surrounded this vision and action extended into the hearts and minds and eyes of a neighborhood.

What seeds of joy might you plant that would transform your life and those around you? What commitment would it take? What risk? What courage? What vision have you discounted as impossible? What would you gain by doing something about it and what might you lose by not?

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Book News! Just received a lovely tweet from Bookshop Santa Cruz advising me that Plant Whatever Brings You Joy has been added to the Staff Favorite non-fiction shelf!!

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Herbal Remedies

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Kathryn and Antonia on Elsie Street in Bernal Heights, San Francisco, 1970

As a hippie chick in San Francisco in the 60’s I can assure you that my herbal qualifications run both wide and deep! Prior to Antonia’s entrance onto planet Earth I had spent a goodly amount of time living in a community out in Sonoma County woods where food and accompanying herbs were, I would have to say, central to our lives. A macrobiotic lifestyle was essential to our living together. We ate only organic foods, mostly rice and fruits and vegetables. Sugar and desserts were not part of the picture. But herbal remedies were.

When later Antonia and I lived in Holland our first year was spent being part of an international group of folks running a vegetarian restaurant. Upstairs was an herb shop and Antonia spent many afterschool hours up in that herb shop among dozens of large glass bottles of herbs. The folks who ran the herb shop were given to gifting her with long fat licorice (root) sticks and I’m certain there are people other than myself who would still recall little Antonia walking around chewing with great delight on a frayed licorice stick!

Therefore it is no surprise that to this day our respective kitchens are always abundantly full with many choices of herbs! Though I’m certain many of you have found your way to many of these same herbal remedies I thought I’d take time to give you a peek into our cupboard here and share the tried and true we rely upon. Interestingly, the glass jars full of herbs that used to line my counters have been replaced largely by (high quality) commercial products in boxes. I deeply appreciate that there are companies with good ethics and standards who have made herbs available to the public which are healthy and trustworthy. I also appreciate that specific remedies have been created that I now count upon, such as Throat Coat made by Traditional Medicines.

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Still, we rely on certain basic simple herbs for their healing qualities. First and foremost in my kitchen is probably chamomile. I sleep really well and get lots of sleep every night. But on the rare occasion I am awakened from my good slumber I am not inclined to go back straightaway to that restorative sleep. Sometimes I really do have to get up and make a cup of chamomile tea (by nightlight, trust me) in order to easily fall back into a good sleep. Chamomile is also good as a digestive remedy, as is ginger.

Green tea has become a daily staple in my kitchen. By now you’ve probably heard of the antioxidant properties of green tea. Every week I prepare a large portion of it in a stainless steel pan that is reserved just for my green tea. I add a bit of local raw honey to it and keep it in the frig. Every day I drink green tea with my lunch. I find having it on hand ensures I will keep it in my daily diet, and preparing it beforehand in a large quantity saves on the exorbitant costs of buying it in a store. Most store bought varieties are laced with high fructose corn syrup, and heaven knows what else. Nothing good. And if you get into the practice of making it in bulk at home you will wonder why you ever went with a commercial version. It’s so much better (and economical) freshly made at home!

The only strong caffeine that is incorporated into my life is black tea in the morning with honey and soymilk. I really love the fruit flavored black teas available, and blackberry sage is my favorite at the moment.

I keep peppermint on hand because people who visit sometimes ask for a pick me up, though they don’t want to drink caffeine. Peppermint is stimulating, and also helps with digestion. I have both peppermint and spearmint growing in the kitchen garden. Sometimes I pick a few leaves and add to the weekly green tea.

Another herb we rely upon is licorice root. I turn to licorice root to be kind to my stomach, but you must know that overuse of licorice root is discouraged. My favorite form of licorice root is to buy in bulk from the health food store and store myself.

Last herb I will mention here is lemon verbena, which my dear friend Conny grows in her garden and I was the lucky recipient of a goodly amount. It has a very special flavor. I’m told the French drink it in the evening (though they call it an infusion). Truly a pot of lemon verbena is a lovely way to enhance the day’s end, as we prepare ourselves for the night’s sleep.

Enjoy your herbs, dear readers! And please share with me your favorites.

Love and kitchen blessings,
Kathryn xoxoo

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