Buffalo Grass

Friday night at the Badseed Farmers' Market, there was a new vendor on hand - some folks who forage and call themselves the wild alchemists. They had several wild herb tea blends, some mushrooms, and some unique greens. In addition to the edible goods they had a few extra natural elements for sale as well.

For a dollar, I bought this grass bundle that they couldn't identify - a couple of farmers agreed that it was buffalo grass. One farmer even offered to take a sprig home so he could check in his book of prairie grasses to confirm. This bundle is already dry, but still has such a poignant aroma - something nostalgic, but I don't know what. At any rate, it is standing tall on my dining room table and looking so beautiful.

In Honor of the Piano in Harwich, Mass

Recent news reports have shared the strange details of an abandoned piano found in the woods in Massachusetts recently - a good condition, Baldwin upright, complete with bench, sitting in the middle of the forest. How, why, and by whom it was left remain a mystery.

News organizations have snapped up the chance to ask if a piano is played in the forest and there's no one to hear it ... etc.

But here's another What If proposed by poet Winfield Townley Scott. (This is from a strange little volume I bought for $1 at the library book sale years ago. It's called Some Haystacks Don't Even Have Any Needle.)


IF ALL THE UNPLAYED PIANOS

If all the unplayed pianos in America--
The antimacassared uprights in old ladies' parlors
In the storehouses the ones that were rented for vaudeville
The ones where ill fame worsened and finally died
The ones too old for Sunday School helplessly dusty
The ones too damp at the beach and too dry in the mountains
The ones mothers used to play on winter evenings
The ones silenced because of the children growing away--
Resounded suddenly all together from coast to coast:
Untuned joy like a fountain jetted everywhere for a moment:
The whole nation burst to untapped, untrammeled song:
If would make--in short--a most satisfactory occasion,
A phenomenon which the scientists could never explain.

- Winfield Townley Scott

Happy Halloween!

We stopped in at Bad Seed tonight to pick up some vegetables - now that our CSA season is over the vegetable drawers in our fridge are barren apart from a pair of beets rolling around in back.

It is Halloween today and Farmer Brooke was dressed as a horse. The woman selling the tea and coffee was dressed as a carrot. I had no costume, but I brought my zombie vegetables reusable bag ($1 at the Metropolitan Market in Tacoma!) and we filled it to overflowing with a great stash of veg, including a white radish just like the one on the bag. Well, almost like the one on the bag.

"You look radishing, dahling, simply radishing."