I found a wonderful gardening site online, based on a women's book for new and urban gardeners called "You Grow Girl." It's an online community and blog geared for a younger generation of green thumbs. Seems like a lively resource, solid design and lots of tips and forums for information relating from your strawberry plant in the kitchen to your corn out on the lawn.
My friend Sara just reminded me of a sweet movie I adore. Songcatcher might be the best introduction to mountain music available to the masses. It certainly wasn't a block buster, but does retell the stories of the true ballad collectors of the early 19th century who scoured the mountain people for their songs. If you have no idea what all the fuss is about with this wonderful music it's worth adding to your netflix list to find out. This clip is of my favorite fiddle tune, pretty saro. Which has a lot of verses and versions, but goes like this.
When I first come to this country in Eighteen and Forty-nine I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone and me a poor stranger and a long way from home
Fair the well to ol' mother, fair the well to my father too I'm going for to ramble this wide world all through And when I get weary, I'll sit down and cry and think of my Saro, pretty Saro, my bride
Well, I wished I was a turtle dove Had wings and could fly Far away to my lover's lodgings Tonight I'd drawn the line And there in her lilywhite arms I'd lay there all night and watch through them little wind'ers for the dawning of day
Enjoy the story of a young writer living in Washington County with her fancy dogs, sheep, lots of chickens, fiber & meat rabbits, geese, ducks, turkeys, a hive and a garden. Expect to hear a lot about mountain music, the civil war, local food, and my friends along the way. It's a big time folks.
And when the children are safe in bed, at one of the great holidays like the Fourth of July, New Years, or Halloween, we can bring out some spirits and turn on the music, and the men and the women who are still among the living can get loose and really wild. So that's the final meaning of "wild"- the esoteric meaning, the deepest and most scary. Those who are ready for it will come to it. Please do not repeat this to the uninitiated. -gs