Fruit and Vegetable Markets Around the World: China

Many of the vendors of fresh fruit and vegetables in China are mobile. 

The produce is, indeed, fresh and inviting.

 

In Yangshuo, a small city on the Li River, vendors use poles to shoulder their produce from farm to market.  They are able to set up within seconds in prime marketing areas.

Even in Chungqing, a city of 28 million, there are mobile vendors.

 

 

Grandchildren help make ends meet in relocated villages on the Yangtze

 

Fresh produce is delivered by shoulder pole to cruise ships on the Yangtze River.

 

Mobile vendors in Suzhou, the Venice of the East, display tempting fruits and vegetables.

 

Interesting, too, are the vendors of freshly roasted nuts, the first in a Muslim market in Xian and the second in a relocated village on the Yangtze.

 

 



Perfumes From My Garden

For the first time in many years, I am enjoying blooms in our garden.  Usually, by now, the deer have decapitated all of our flowering perennials.  But, this year a six foot, stucco wire and rebar fence is holding our huge populations of white-tail and mule deer at bay.  The fence is, for the most part, hidden in the evergreens.  Yes, we have tried a multitude of deer-off sprays, homemade and commercial, tricks, electricity and dogs.  None have prevented deer damage. 

Please enjoy the mid-June perfumes from our 2014 garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Beautiful Optimism

Something about our pond's bulrushes

and their sending forth of their seeds

lifts my spirit and elicits a lovely feeling of optimism.

 

 

Imagine thinking that such a small pond can support

so many seeds. 

Beautiful thought and beautiful implications

for me to ponder.

(pun unintended, but a good giggle)



Emerald Gifts

In our wild garden, patches of emerald green

signal the hesitant approach of Spring. 

They are undaunted by new layers of snow,

but accept the cool moisture as a gift,

just as we delight

in those patches of emerald as our gifts. 

Closely examined, the gifts are different in their details. 

I am reminded to savor all gifts

with more appreciation for all that they convey.

 

 

 

 

 

The Legend of the Douglas Fir Cone

A long time ago, when I was called Snowy Owl, a leader of Brownies, I heard, for the first time, 

The Legend of the Douglas Fir Cone.

 

It turns out that there are many versions of the legend, but no matter how the legend begins, in the end, the mice are hiding, head first, in the cones.  Their tell-tale feet and tails are always visible so that we can, without fail, identify the Douglas Fir cone.

 

 

Here is one version of the legend:

 

A West Coast legend tells of a time long ago when the Great Spirit was resting against a very large Douglas-fir tree. Many little mice began bothering him. They ran all over his body and through his hair. The Great Spirit asked the mice to go away and leave him alone but they kept climbing all over him. The Great Spirit became angry and gave the mice one last chance to go away or else! The mice were very frightened and scurried away. The Great Spirit looked around to see where they had gone. He looked up into the Douglas-fir tree and there they were, hiding in the cones.  To this day you can still see the two hind feet and tail of the mice sticking out of the Douglas-fir cones.  (Canadian Women In Timber)

And, another:

A long time ago, when the animals and plants could speak to each other, there was a great forest fire burning through the forest. Little Mouse ran as fast as he could away from the hot fire but he knew he could not outrace the fast moving flames. He began to run from tree to tree asking them if they could save him.  First he ran to the bigleaf maple tree. “Help, help!” he cried. “Can you help me escape this fire?”  Bigleaf maple tree replied, “No, I’m sorry little mouse, I am afraid that I will not be able to survive this forest fire”. The mouse then ran to the red cedar tree. “Help, help! Can you help me escape the fire?” “No, I’m sorry little mouse, but I do not think that I can survive this great forest fire, either” said Red Cedar. Mouse ran from tree to tree asking the same question, and getting the same answer.  Finally he came to a great old Douglas fir tree, with its thick furrowed bark. “Help, help, Douglas fir!  Can you help me escape this fire?” And Douglas fir replied, “Yes, I think that my thick bark will protect me from the heat of these flames. I may be able to survive this great fire. Climb to the top of my branches, and climb under the scales of my cone for extra protection.” So, little mouse did as he was told, and climbed way up into Douglas fir tree and hid under the scales of the Douglas fir cones. Many other little mice followed him and did the same. And the Douglas fir tree was right, its thick bark protected them from the flames of the fire, and the fire passed them by.  To this day, if you look under the scales of the Douglas fir cone you can still see little mice hiding under the scales of the cones.  (adapted by Heidi Bohan)

As long as we get the ending right, I think that we may create our own versions of the legend for the cones of the trees that stand tall in our British Columbian landscapes.

 

 



Fruit and Vegetables from Around the World: Egypt

 

 

While producing the Grannies à Gogo recipe book, Salad Bowls for Sharing, I was struck by the vast array of tastes and flavors that come to us from around the world. 

We have all countries, all seasons and all climates represented in our own produce markets.

 

Cairo, Egypt

 

 

Travelling along the Nile by Train from Cairo to Luxor

 

 

 

 

Luxor, Egypt

 

 

Sailing South Along the Nile between Luxor and Aswan

 

 

Aswan, Egypt