plans for pow wow

Well the plans for pow wow are in sorta high pace, it won't be as elaborate as usual but a lot of paper and a lot of parts and examples.  I want to do more by hand, real hand. I will have two victims to corrupt my great nephews.  We are going to camp with the "Indians at the Pow Wow" and if you can't behave and I cannot trust you to behave....you won't go. 
I had a case of perfect timing.  I phoned in the middle of one of those major dressing downs that define a child's upbringing and basically said if they can't behave for the parents...not going to get to sleep in the middle of the teepees in my "little blue car".  Lots of sleeping bags, pillows, and Muskol
and we should be fine a four and a six year old boys. I raised four boys, I do boys great....they are too little for sling shots, but there if I take the three boys my nephew of the heart will be there as well and pick up what we need for crafts and fun....bubbles with hula hoops anyone....
I  want to take four miniature pallets out with colored print outs as to what pallets can become. With only hand tools, why do we always need power, why can we not do things by hand.....It may not be fancy but I think it's hand tools, parts, paper and the corruption of minors...and then I got an invite to convergence...to hang out with the kids.

the hand that rocks the cradle shapes the world. 

the worst food deserts are those that exist within first nations communities.

this is number one
Naheed Nemshi has said that we all need to do three things to make our world a better place

number one, talking about food security with aboriginal and other peoples at the Rocky Mtn House pow wow.

number two building a food not lawns piece of green paradise in my mind in my little 50 x 150 foot little patch of earth. 

number three I don't know, I will think about it.

This was taken at the Rocky Mountain House Pow Wow the first time that I went.  It was also the first time in over a century that they had been allowed to have their ceremonies at the Fort.  The three days that I spend there every summer have been wonderful.  I have also learned a lot about my ancestors from them.  We still look at somethings from very different views, but at least there is the beginning of some friendships.
I help demonstrate the basics of self sustainability, gardens, global buckets, canning, smoking, herbs, and this year pallet gardens.  I  also am going to try bringing some old school hand tools the meat grinder with the different plates for different things like nut butters, meat, and the sausage stuffer.  I have taken apple butters, and taught the method for that, pumpkin jams, I take heirloom seeds and every book and magazine and picture that adds to the message of we can do this, we used to do this.
As for my little one yard revolution it continues, as the next couple shots will show. I love the way it is evolving and what it is evolving into.

This is my neighbors little boy, he's picking the last of the summer's strawberries from the community strip of garden in the front yard. It is full of herbs, onions, strawberries, lilies, and pumpkins the neighborhood children adore it.  The little apple tree produced a few apples one of them had teeth marks put in it at about the two inch mark after I explained how apples grew and no if we picked them now they would never get to be big apples for pie.

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This is a dream and I have so many other projects on the go, and it will never ever fit...but.  I love the scheming and dreaming the looking out my window and looking for the picture.  That little piece of beauty, the bright reds of the docks, and the chard against the limey greens of lettuce or later on the yellows of the calendula.
Today it was the first salad picked from the garden with three kinds of lettuce, dill weed, mustard greens, violet flowers, chive flowers, and a few pea sprouts. With a blue cheese dressing it was spectacular and came from fifteen feet from the front door of my house.  We had organic eggs from one of the girls that I work with for supper to make burritos.  It is the kind of supper that we should be eating more of local, and low on the chain.
I read a ton of things about the food deserts that have been created by the modern profit consumer corporate, commercial driven societies.  There are places in my modern country that have no access.  In large cities, in rural communities, there is no access and what there is is outrageously priced.  I have heard of fifteen dollar a gallon milk...can you afford that I can't.
We have all this upheaval in the world.  It all seems to boil down to dollars but very little sense. I wish we could make a few more gardens, and a whole lot less food banks.