A young farmer

Christopher's slurping from the side of a green melon as I get up from my lunch time resting spot in the orchard.  He's gnawing on it from the side, looking out over the youth farmer gardens.

"Is that melon from your garden?" I ask.

"Yeah, it is!" 

"Sweet, that's awesome."  He nods, keeps gnawing, looking kind of unsatisfied.  It looks a little underripe from the deep green of the exterior.  I was headed back to the picnic tables to start getting ready for the afternoon's projects, but I decide to linger for a bit.

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Moving day for medicinals

Moving day for medicinals

They sat sadly in pots for too many days during that unexpected move, until I found time before and after work to clear out quack grass and irises from a small plot next to the farm stand.  They've survived, shaded by an almond and a hazelnut tree against the shed, for two seasons in that little garden.  They've ignited customers' curiosity and been part of a few medicinal plant workshops I've led for youth farmers and interns.  I've also harvested several of them, lovingly at the peak of their summertime vitality, to make tinctures or salves.  Despite all this though, they've remained pretty sad.  There's just not enough light in that little sliver of garden.

So today I decided to give some of my favorite herbs a new home in my sunny plot at the Whiteaker Community Garden in Eugene.

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