Linda Studley

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05 Sep 2017

Soda Creek Sweet Corn!

The sign said “Sweet Corn, U-pick, $4/dozen”
How do you pass up a deal like that? So we turned off the highway and began our descent into a beautiful valley – a microclimate. It reminded me of Bear Flats, up by Hudsons Hope.

going down into the valley

This way

Bill did the picking and I took the pics…

Bill in the Corn

 

OMG now THAT’S SWEET CORN!

Soda Creek Sweet Corn has been run by the Kaufman family for over 30 years, Keziah told me, as we paid for our corn, yellow beans, jalapeno peppers, sweet peppers, tomatoes, garlic, and one lovely little patti-pan squash.

Keziah

This little oasis, at Historic Dunlevy Ranch, is bursting with veggies and flowers and herbs.

I was a bit sorry I could take along so little, but we are travelling in a little camper after all!

So here’s a shout out to Soda Creek Sweet Corn, a stop that we’ll be making whenever we pass by and there’s veggies to be had.

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31 Jan 2016
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Garden Dreams

Garden dreams start early.

Barely out of January,

I imagine the earthy tang of potting soil,

the cool sweetness of spring rain on my tongue,

the weathered roughness of terra cotta pots

beneath my fingers.

In my dreams, tangles of clambering peas and beans

twine themselves Heaven-ward,

waving their white and red flowers to flag

down wayward bees.

In my mind’s eye tomatoes hang heavy,

onions and garlic tilt their lances at the sky,

and the greens march crisply, row on successive row,

out of the garden and into my salad bowl.

Then into my dreams floats the scented glory

of roses, the rioting rainbow of hardy perennials,

the colours of laughter and abundance and joy.

Do not wake me from this reverie too soon,

at least not until the seed catalogues begin to sprout

in frigid mail boxes.

Garden dreams start early.

 

#201

 

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08 Sep 2012
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Farmers’ Market

With basket empty,
Farmers’ Market bound am I
to fill the basket.

Whole grain bread, honey,
eggs, tomatoes, yellow beans,
Into the basket.

Unpack the basket
taste the sunshine, soil, and rain
of the Peace Country.

 

#259

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