Green Gal

I woke up at 8am yesterday, which hardly ever happens on weekends. Usually I sleep as long as I can before I have to get up for whatever plans I may have. Usually that means sleeping until 10am, a blissful change from my near-dawn weekday wake up time that's required for me to be first in line with my bike for the bus commute over the hill. Perhaps it was easier to get up early yesterday because my body is now fully adjusted to waking up early... or maybe (more likely) it's because I wanted to get some gardening in before bicycling over to Veggielution farm for their Saturday work day. Either way, I was up early enough to get my hands in the soil, transplant plants, plant seeds, water, and enjoy a cup of coffee. It was a much better use of my morning and more fun than sleeping. Remember the broccoli sprouts I posted about here ? They are doing great, although the tomatoes in the other can never showed themselves, sadly (old seeds may be the issue). I have kept the br...

Our backpacks were full of dehydrated food, trail mix bars, warm clothes, and all the fixins for a weekend away on Mount Tamalpais. We already had our hiking clothes on, and we were looking forward to spending the evening outdoors and falling asleep in my new backpacking tent. We didn't have a campsite reservation, but we figured it would all work out. The weekend was ahead of us in all its unknown adventures. After driving for about an hour, we got onto Highway 101, excitement setting in because we had just had our first glimpse of Mt. Tam. A few minutes after getting on the highway, though, Green Guy tells me the car has stopped working. It felt unreal to me--we were so close we could see the mountain! We pulled off to the shoulder and Green Guy checked under the hood. Unsure of what it was that had happened, he got back in the car and started it back up, driving us safely to the next exit. You could feel it as the car died on the off-ramp. Using gravity, we ro...

“¿Cuál dirección tomamos?” le pregunta el hijo a su padre. “A la derecha, hijo,” él responde. El hijo y el padre montan en bicicletas por las montañas del bosque, montando entre los árboles. Pueden sentir el sol en sus caras, aunque tienen los cascos que dan sombra a parte de sus pieles. El aire hace frio, pero sus corazones circulan el sangre calor por sus cuerpos fuerzas. La senda tiene curvas pronunciadas. El hijo está en cabeza de su padre en la senda. Su bicicleta roja cruza encima de las rocas, y él maniobra las curvas con la aptitud. Pero no espera por los seres en su dirección. “¡Puma!” grita el hijo. El animal está en la senda, tan grande y maravilloso. Tan salvaje.La bicicleta del hijo patina con la presión de los frenos, pero la bicicleta no deja. La puma se abalanza sobre el hijo, pero el neumático de atrás torce y golpe la puma en su pecho. La puma está lanzada a la tierra. El padre deja su bicicleta. Los ojos de todos están abiertos. Mirando. Todos los corazones...