Updates from the garden

Just Food is going strong, having almost completed our first class and planning and hosting two community meals.

Our summer program is now accepting applications! If you are a high school student or young adult in the Hollywood area and are looking for something fun, rewarding, and focused on community service and outreach, Just Food is the place for you.

Please email me at corrine@justhollywood.org for more information and to obtain an application.

Just Food is happy to announce our partnership with the Los Angeles Community Garden Council and the up and coming Madison Ave public garden in East Hollywood. Stay tuned for more about this project and our summer programs.

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Just Hollywood

We now have an official webpage which can be found here: Just Hollywood.

Check us out on Facebook: Just Food.

and Twitter too!

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2011 Seed Orders

I just wanted to share what we’ll be growing in the garden this year. All of our seeds are heirloom, untreated, and sustainable seeds.

Bountiful Gardens Seed Order 2011

VBE-2328 Pinto Beans
VBE-2420 Envy (Edamame Soy Bean)
VBE-2465 Early Wonder Tall Top (Beet)
VBR-2540 Di Cicco (Broccoli)
VCA-2750 Primo (Cabbage)
VCA-2980 Shin Kuroda (Carrots)
VCO-3315 Anasazi (Corn)
VEG-3499 Black Beauty (Eggplant)
VKA-3910 Lacinato (Kale)
VLE-4200 Jericho (Romaine)
VLE-4110 Amish Speckled Butterhead
MBO-6240 Bolt Resistant Lettuce Mix
VON-4627 Valencia (Yellow Onion)
VON-4589 Mill Creek Red (Onion)
VON-4540 Chives
VOK-4500 Clemson Spineless (Okra)
VPE-4790 Alderman Pole (Peas)
VPE-4885 Habanero Peppers
VPE-4900 Jalapeno, Early
VBR-2580 Spring Raab (Broccoli)
VCH-3135 Fordhook Giant (Swiss Chard)
VPE- 4950 Yolo Wonder Bell (Red Bell Pepper)
MSW-6440 Sweet Bell Mix
VPU-5015 Winter Luxury (Pumpkins)
VSQ-5370 Crookneck, Early Summer Yellow (Squash)
VSQ-5410 Black Beauty (Zucchini)
VSQ-5440 Butternut, Waltman
VTO-5860 Pearson (Tomato)
VTO-5780 Brandywine (Tomato)
VTO-5842 Mortgage Lifter (Tomato)
VTO-5911 Verde (Tomato)
FSP-8610 Butterfly Mix
FSP-8600 Beneficial Insect Mix
HBA-7920 Sweet (Basil)
FCA-8660 Orange (Calendula)
HCH-8020 Chamomile
HCI-8060 Cilantro
HMI-8280 Mint
HSA-8350 Culinary (Sage)
HSA-8360 White Sage
HTH-8450 Thyme
FMA-8775 Lemon Gem (Marigold)
FSU-8875 Sunflower Mix

Baker Creek Seed Order 2011

CR111 Chatenay (Carrots)
CR112 Cosmic Purple (Carrots)
CU157 Solly Beiler (Pickling Cucumbers)
HPP102 Serrano Tampequino (Hot Peppers) ❤
TP101 Cherokee Purple (Tomato)
HB119 Echinacea, Purpuea (Flower)
HB126 Dill-Bouquet (Herb)

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::Fall Festival 2010::

Just Food, in collaboration with Just Hollywood and the Hollywood Seventh-day Adventist Church, produced the first annual Fall Festival on Sunday. We had such a great time in a transformed space. The church has allowed justHollywood and justFood to build a community garden in their backlot which at one point was additional parking and has since been storage space, a sandlot, and the largest kitty litter box in Hollywood. With the help of some friends of mine, we were able to clean out the lot and redesign the space to host apple bobbing, a pie eating contest, a barbecue feast, face painting, and a campfire.

It was such a great first event for our nonprofit and so may people came out to support the new garden space. The youngest attendee was 1 and the oldest was much older. What a great event to start the consecration of the garden.

Below are some pictures taken by a friend of mine at the festival. Enjoy!

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New Moon: Revisited

One year ago I wrote this:

It illuminates the streets so the lights are no longer needed. You can see it’s reflection in the eyes of my neighbors as they do their daily business, walk the dog, carry in groceries, run home from playing hoops at the park, talk outside their homes with second and third cousins from around the way, or sitting on the stoop listening and enjoying the cool fall air.

The sunset was stunning this evening. The sky lit up with bright pinks, serene purples, brilliant blues, and soothing yellows, and fiery reds. The clouds played their role in the revealing also. The majesty they declare is more than my heart can take and tears well up in my eyes as I hear the voices coming from below my second story street facing window. Just over the row homes in front of me, the sky calls goodnight to the sun and beckons us to watch as she reveals a new moon. The soundtrack, Spanish men, the scent, doesn’t matter anymore because the moon cleanses someplace so deep, so dark, and so scary that I wished all at once I could scream, cry, and dance under it’s light.

I wanted to ask forgiveness. I wanted to yell, “Be quiet! You’re missing it!” I wanted to dance to the moon’s invite. Come children of Camden, see yourselves in me, see yourselves in our Creator who loves and adores you, who never forgets and always hears your plea. Dear Creator of the moon, and the sky, of the brilliant colors, and the cool fall wind, of the Latino men outside my window, of my neighbors big and small, of this universe and everything in it, I see you. I see your grace everyday and I am blessed by your mercy. Continue to grow me up as a good neighbor and a forgiving friend. Build peace is the hearts of all creatures great and small. Thank you, for even the smallest reminder, that light shines in the darkest of places.

It is still relevant. Today. In Los Angeles.

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What Have You to Declare?

All my life I’ve lived in my own shadow. This place is consolatory. It is familiar. It is where my wild things lie in wait. Beneath my shadow, trees begin to grow–giant sequoias, oaks, magnificent maple trees, lovely, green, and awful. In the recesses of my own shadow, I sail to distant lands and encounter august creatures. They tell me their stories and they listen intently to mine. We share, we laugh, we play as though the sun will never set and energy replenished itself as constant as the dawn.

I have lived in that place for many years. It has become a home of sorts. But life there is lonely. Life is dark in the occupation of my shadow. And so I asked her once, “Why is it that you exist?” With a coolness that carried up my spine, she replied, “To challenge your power.” My power? I thought for a moment, retracing memories of the two wisest people in my life. My mother had never described any inherent power or force. My Nana had never disclosed this mighty wisdom either. Could my shadow be deceiving me? My Papa had a power about him however, I felt censored in the presence of his power. The very thing that made me woman was stolen and choked out when his power breathed in its authority.

I weighed my options, of which I figured I had three. I could assume my shadow was a liar–for in her residence my world was less than real. Although this could be quite plausible, I felt this was not the right option. She had unearthed a wellspring within; something deeper was occurring in my spirit that called for discovery. I was becoming more awake. My second alternative was to do nothing, to continue as though the words she spoke had no effect or were spoken in an ancient tongue of which I knew not. But her words were clear and shook my very foundation with the same force that shook Northridge in 1994. My final option, the choice that made me cringe with distress and uneasiness, was to inquire further, to ask the source. Hesitantly, I spoke, and although the words barely formed in thought, I asked, “From where does my power manifest?” Her response, simple, concise, called me out of my own darkness and onto a new path. She responded, “From where do you manifest?”

Let the journey begin.

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The Heart of Me

After a week in the Wilderness, this is my new song:

Oh Silence, teach me to be wild
And free and completely me.
Dear Silence, call me home
And I will run through your grove
While cello plays the song of my life.
And I will howl at your moon
While dancing around the fire of your heart.

Part of me longs for the Dream.
Part of me believes in the Dream.
But the heart of me
Is untamable.

The heart of me begins in my womb.
Point me home.
Guide me home.
Take me home.

Oh Wind, that I may know
The ways of mystery and stillness.
Dear Wind, call me home.
And I will dance in the ocean waves
While your breath swallows me whole.
And I will mark your sky with
my lips gently kissing your clouds.

Part of me stays firmly planted.
Part of me believes I’m planted.
But the heart of me
Is uncultivated.

The heart of me lies in an artists’ brush.

Point me home
So that I may walk on moonbeams.
Lead me home
To discover the end of a rainbow.
Call me home.

Point me home
And I’ll sail to the ends of the Earth.
Lead me home
And I’ll fly beyond the heavens.
Call me home.

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