New Year’s Eve

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
 
Let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, demands and mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
 
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make new mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
 
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, do it.
 
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

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The sun sets on 2017.

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Spring, the first kiss of summer.

Spring has sprung; the grass is riz; I wonder where the birdies is.

Lemon Poppy Bird

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; the glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush the descending blue; that blue is all in a rush with richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. The bounty of the season is in our gardens, at our markets and on our doorsteps.

Buckwheat with Butter

As a luscious spring unfurls before us, we have, once again, joined the wonderful community gathering that is the Fort Bragg Farmer’s Market. Join us outside on the 400 Block of North Franklin Street every Wednesday afternoon from 3-6PM. In addition to joining the farmer’s market circuit here on the north coast, we will continue supplying our local markets, cafés, and delis with our tasty treats, both savory and sweet.

Oatmeal Chocolate Chip

As time goes by and our presence expands, it’s you we have to thank. We’re so grateful for the show of support both in and outside of our rural abode here on the coast. Every day we’re afforded the privilege of interacting with our community, conscientiously growing and sourcing  amazing ingredients, and transforming said ingredients into tasty treats is a reminder of how fortunate we are to have such independence.

Thanks for reading!

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Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
   And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
   And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
   And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
   Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
   And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
   When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
   No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
   The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
   But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
   Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
   To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
   Of a love or a season?
– Robert Frost