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I Got a Black Eye…

Yes, you read that right, a black eye! The embarrassing part about it is, I gave it to myself! It’s been a month since Kim from Orchard Keepers was here pruning our fruit trees, and I’m still working on the clean up. Today, I was determined to get the rest of it done!

After getting dressed in my “tick proof” garden clothes (someday I’ll share a picture, it’s quite the outfit!), I dragged all my gear, including my new loppers out to the orchard, and I got busy cutting up branches into kindling. A few weeks ago, I did this chore with medium sized pruning shears, and it took forever! Today using loppers, things move faster, it made cutting branches easy. I was in a groove, and feeling confident I would finish today. Then, I had a little mishap with my new tool. I got my first black eye, and I gave it to myself! Continue reading


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San Francisco Bay Area & Santa Cruz Sources for Real Food

For readers in my general vicinity, local, organic food is abundant, and easily accessible!

Whether you’re already eating real food or just getting started, I hope my list will make it a more practical and affordable option.

Keep in mind, the premise behind a CSA is that your investing in the farm. Your pre-paid subscription helps them finance the upcoming season. You’ll need to be prepared to pay in full for your subscription, however, some offer monthly payment options.

Here’s my local favorites.

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Nationwide Sources for Real Food

Thankfully, I live in an area with easy access to organic produce and pasture raised meat. We have an excellent year round farmers market, and several local farms offer pasture raised meat.

Sometimes ordering from a non-local or online retailer makes better financial sense. I’m hope these sources will make eating real food more convenient and help you stay within your budget.

Here’s a list of my “real food” favorites that are available nationwide Continue reading