Look at the trophy beet I picked last night! Should we eat it or take it to the taxidermist?

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On The ION

Robbie is finished work for the 2020 fire season and we’re thankful to have made it through another one. To celebrate the end of his work season, and because our chest freezers are bare, we headed South, deeper into the ION which is the Idaho/Oregon/Nevada Desert at the heart of the Great Basin of the West. It’s the desert we call home.

It is tremendously beautiful this time of year. The rabbitbrush is blooming. All the world is sneeze inducing. The nights are cool and the afternoons hot beneath a blazing sun that wears on the eyes. We were bird hunting and pronghorn hunting with friends and I wish we could have stayed out for another full week but the camper was out of water, we were short on food, duty calls, the garden is bursting with food that needs preserving and processing, and I’m starting to have weird creativity tremors. It’s time to get into the studio.

Anyway, who am I kidding? I have access to this kind of terrain right outside the front farm gates where public land yawns outward beyond the horizon line from our patch of cultivated earth. It’s always good to be Idahoan, but this is the best season to be Idahoan.

Jingle and Sway

A few more Red Dirt Road Necklaces rolled off my studio bench last week along with this extra pretty pink sapphire, ruby, and dendritic opal necklace. What the world needs now is the joy of COLOR!!!

I’ll make all of these necklaces available in my shop sometime next week! Stay tuned for details.

+Of The West+

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For Popping

Heirloom, organic popping corn — not genetically modified. I grew it in healthy, rich, alive soil instead of soil that has been mono cropped to death. I grew it with manure and compost instead of synthetic fertilizer and chemicals. I’ll let it dry on the cob and in late fall we will manually remove the kernels from the cobs with the friction of our hands and then on winter nights when we feel like a positively sinful treat, we will pop it in cast iron on the stove top in a puddle of ghee or coconut oil and season it with comasio. I’d give you details on the flavor profile of homegrown heirloom popping corn but it would only make you jealous. We can’t have that.