August is about over. It is generally my least favorite month of the year. and it still is, really, except for the fact that we currently have ripening tomatoes, chili peppers, eggplants, and such. along with pounds of tomatoes bought at a local farmers market, we have learned to can tomato sauces and salsas, and some pickled cucumbers (otherwise known as pickles). those should be good through the winter.

we plan to up our production of food next year, greatly. it is my hope, that within four years, we will never have to step foot inside of a grocery store again.

somehow, this way of life, and all of it's lessons, have skipped a generation. all we were left with was an education, and/or television, that taught how to out-manipulate one another, whether it was marketing, military, politics, or religion.

and we moved into a poor neighborhood to serve the poor among us - but i am still not sure who the poor actually are, or where to find them. from top to bottom, I only see selfishness and fear - with no freedom to love or be loved.

but the other day, Magnolia picked a carrot right out of the soil, wiped some of the dirt off, and ate it. it was the most ancient, organic, and beautiful of scenes.

when I was her age, I remember picking a hot dog at the meat counter at the grocery store and eating it. it was the most modern, processed, and ugly of scenes.

it tasted real good though.