Scripture, Seeds and Science, How My New Book Finally Came to Be

I am glad our Father promises to “restore the years the locust has eaten” in Joel 2:25. I feel my life is now in the process of being “restored” and that I am being rewarded, making peace with, and seeing a whole and safe completion made by God's grace in several areas of my life.

When I was a child, I really had no plans to become a book author.

I did love to read a wide variety of subject matter, but assigned book reports which required me to compile information covering huge amounts of text, or any sort of creative fiction felt like a lot of work. It was hard for me to focus, to sit still.

And I didn't feel very imaginative, either. Writing fiction also made me feel like I was lying.

The first teacher I had in grade school criticized my then-poor punctuation skills, and so I figured the writing of books should be left to someone else, not me.

Writing books was actually my younger sister's dream; she had hoped to print a book before the age of twelve, which would mean she had a book printed earlier than Shakespeare.

But printing was a much more difficult and expensive enterprise thirty years ago.

My older sister was always good with words, a gifted poet and song writer.

Drawing and painting were much preferred ways to express myself as a child, though I did enjoy dictionaries, playing Scrabble and Boggle, and composing detailed, newsy hand-written letters, on pretty notepaper, to send my pen pals, friends and relatives.

I also really loved the tiny pictures on postage stamps!

After computers became more widely available, email became a cheaper and easier mode of communication than snail-mail.

However, after taking a Journalism class around age thirty, I finally realized I could write – but my genre strength was non-fiction.

My Journalism instructor was a local “retired” man in his eighties, who had invested his entire life in newspaper reporting. He had worked his way up to National Editor and been a Foreign Correspondent to France for the Washington Post.

Just the facts, Ma'am,we want just the facts,” he told the class.

Last May, after participating in an online motivational course, I wrote down some goals on paper, saying I would print a piece I had written back in 2005 in the next 18 months.

Well, after just eight months this goal is becoming a reality!

How I Came to Be a Vegetable Gardener

Growing up as an artist, I didn't have a steady income which would allow me to pay rent. And so, I remained at home for many years. In order to help my family financially during this time, I cooked, cleaned, fed animals and wood fires, and grew large 60'x90' vegetable gardens annually. Providing vegetables for five months of the year was a large savings, most years.

Gardening every Spring, Summer and Fall was hard work that tied me down. Plenty of times I chose to stay home to weed or harvest rather than go anywhere. I've pretty much always been more interested in my projects than having a social life.

I was very dirty from being in the soil a lot, and I'm sure I looked like the Peanut's character, Pig Pen, but the natural world taught me so much.

As I tended thousands of little plants over many years, I often imagined how, if they had been my children, I would want them to grow strong and healthy.

Young plants, like young children, need constant, vigilant oversight so they continue to mature.

There were plenty of dangers from which to protect my little seedlings. Wind, hail, geese, chickens, ponies getting through the picket fence, hot and cold weather, and even mice and voles...I became very emotionally attached to my little plants, I felt their pain and I admired them as they grew, matured and gave fruit in their season.

Writing to Educate Others About Genetic Modification of Seeds

When I first noticed Genetically Modified Organisms written about in the local paper, it was 1997. I remember my mother handing me a newspaper article and saying, “You may be interested in this, Elise.”

I thought the idea of Genetic Modification was an extremely stupid idea, that would soon die a normal death.

But I was wrong. This unnatural idea grew exponentially and proliferated. The idea carried a big lobby in government, with millions of dollars behind it. Feeding people is big business.

Around 1994, author and speaker Jeffrey M. Smith came to the Vermont Statehouse, to speak about the dangers of GMOs. I attended and remember a question he was asked by someone else in the audience.

Do GMOs become weaker with every generation and then die out, as hybrid seeds do?” “No,” he replied, “they actually become more and more promiscuous with every generation, breeding with the weeds around them.”

I had been reading and noticing agricultural passages from the Bible for many, many years, and this statement was the final catalyst for me to begin compiling and writing what I felt I simply had to, from a scriptural viewpoint. Other scientist's writings had also greatly moved me to action.

But it was not an easy topic. I struggled greatly, to know how to pare down the reams of information I had read in many different books, and include the most important Biblical passages, into something which could be understood by the general public.

As I prayed for our Father's assistance, slowly, over a period of six months, my paper began to take shape. Some days I typed for ten hours straight. I remember the elation I felt – I was not tired at all! I was grateful that my sister and mom took on more of my house work chores, letting me focus on my writing.

I remember evenings when I would hear my mom calling from downstairs, “Elise, we're watching a movie, do you want to see it?” “Is it any good?” I asked. “We don't know yet, we haven't seen it,” came the reply. “No,” I would say, “I'm working on my tome.”

What I finally compiled and wrote became a rebuttal of Genetically Modified Organism's (GMOs) being a wise idea, from an unusual perspective, which has never been written before, that I know of.

I feel it is one of the most important projects I have ever completed in my entire life.

Although I've never been given the blessing and privilege of having physical children, this book is my way of leaving a legacy. Unlike my more fun-to-read children's books, this book contains an extremely serious message.

My tome was completed in July of 2005. I took it with me to a science conference, where it essentially changed my life. And I sent it out via email to around seventy-five interested folks.

Because the message is still very applicable and educational twelve years later, I want the information to be more accessible to the general public, in book form.

How to Print A Book You Have Written

Over the past two years or so, despite four moves to different locations and many other responsibilities, I worked to turn my original paper into a chapter book.

I formatted the front matter in November of 2017, and asked my printer for an estimate on what it would cost to make a First Edition of one hundred copies.

Then, in December of 2017, enough funds arrived for me to print. The First Book Proof was put into my hands just three days after Christmas! The Second Proof arrived and I am excited to say this book is going to print very soon!

This little book is just over one hundred pages, contains over one hundred references and end notes, and a screen shot of the front cover looks like this:

I'm asking a gift of $12.50 for each book. With Priority Shipping and handling added, one book would be $20. Please write for more details, and to order your copy of the book, or to obtain information about bulk orders.

I gratefully remain, among other things, your painting and writing friend,


Blessed is the man...but his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. ~ Psalm 1:1a, 2-3

The Joy of Taking Part in Sports

Blog illustrations are sequential start-to-finish photos of my most recent large 17x25 watercolor “The Power and the Grace” - rowing friends, Ashley and Kendall, who I photographed during a training session back in August on Great Hosmer Pond in Craftsbury, Vermont.

"The Power and the Grace" 17x25 watercolor by Elise, 2017, available
This piece required enormous focus and energy. I am still recovering from the effort. I hope you will enjoy the metamorphosis journey, how a blank piece of 300 lb. 100% cotton Arches cold press paper slowly turned into a clear visual message, telling a story.

I've wanted to write a Sports blog for awhile now and this painting illustrates it nicely, so it's time.

Movement and Balance

It's taken me years to comprehend why I love movement so much.

According to the Boston Trauma Center (I heard this fact on an online webinar), it used to be thought talking was the only way to help traumatized people, hence the advent of couches and therapists. But now people who study the body understand touch and movement also help heal trauma.

ADHD (which I don't have) can be a sign of the microbiome (intestines, digestion) needing work. It can be overcome by changing your diet.

Not being able to sit still can also be a sign of PTSD, being in “fight and flight”... I know this was probably true of me, years ago. As a child I was always moving, going places. Sitting still wasn’t something I enjoyed doing.

Painting can be a sedentary profession, if you don’t learn to stand up while you paint. Being in front of a desk four-five days each week takes discipline in any profession. I’ve now trained myself to sit very, very still for hours at a time. This is not healthy for the body or eyes!

Because of my work I MUST take time to stretch and move. I sometimes accomplish this less than more, but I keep at it.

It's said you give to the world what you need most. At the moment, I am in need of encouragement to get outside.

 Feeling Your Body

Being sensitive to yourself, learning to control and feel what’s going on in your body is important. Knowing what and when your body needs to eat and also when to exercise or rest is a very important area of health. Sometimes I drag myself outside. Other times, I just rest.

My many experiences with serious injury and partial paralysis have taught me playing any sport is a very special privilege, not to be taken for granted.

My parents taught my siblings and I to try new things, to love to learn. We are grateful for the opportunities and the mindset of “I can” they gave us.

May my sporting tales encourage you to try out a new area of balance and movement!

Making Movement a Priority Yet Also Learning to Play

For years I've kept track of how I invest time each day, including painting hours, when I practice guitar or piano, and also for tracking exercise.

My goal is to spend time seriously moving at least eleven days each month. And there has to be a significant amount of effort for me to count it as exercise. This is a minimum, some months I am much more active.

“Going on vacation” used to be a term which meant, for me, “I get to invest four hours a day exercising”. I loved this freedom when time and strength allowed, but sometimes I overdid it.

I remember doing the entire cliff walk in Newport, Rhode Island one winter, in cold weather, exhausting myself.

In San Juan, Puerto Rico “on vacation” I swam in the ocean twice a day, doing laps. I loved it, but also realized later what a workaholic I was. Sometimes it would be best just to stop working and play in the waves...

Curiosity may Kill the Cat but it Can Educate the Mind

Growing up, my parents bought a Sunday newspaper most weeks. My older sister’s favorite sections were the comics and arts & entertainment. But I was interested in reading the Sports section first. I didn't care too much about big team sports like football, baseball and basketball, I liked reading about individual sports.

We didn't have a television in our home for most of our childhood, but for three weeks, winter and summer, every four years, my parents would rent a TV so we could watch the Olympic Games. I guess this chance to see races around the world really influenced me, for today I love sporting events of all kinds!

Detail - Kendall
And winning races isn't the whole point of learning to play sports – it's more about challenging yourself to grow stronger, to take part.

Perhaps too many people “sit on the sidelines” in all areas of life today.

Detail of Kendall's face
Being a Child

Children don't have to be told to exercise. They do it naturally. My first experiences with snow sports came as a child, sledding in little red sleds and runner sleds – Flexible Flyers – which were good on an icy crust.

Then my parents got us ice skates and I remember holding my daddy's hands, trying to skate between his legs when I was around three. I took only a few lessons over the years, for skating lessons were costly, but I still ice-skate whenever I have the opportunity. It's such a beautiful feeling, to float on ice. I really love to play with my edges.

When I was five my dad taught me to do flips on an indoor gym trampoline, which subsequently led to my flipping (disobediently) on my bed at home. This was before my serious neck injury at eight.

We played co-ed soccer at recess in school, and by age nine, I could keep up with the running speed of the boys in fifth grade.

I learned to swim, a little bit. My dad taught me side-stroke. And we all went to Jones Beach to enjoy being in the waves when we visited family.

We had our little bikes and roller-skates as children. We also had a tether-ball; badminton rackets and net; and bats, balls, and gloves to play softball.

My mom taught us to play croquet and sometimes we went bowling. Once in great while we played miniature golf with our grandparents, too.

My mother's old Pogo stick kept us busy, bouncing. I got up to 1,000 bounces one time. If kickball is considered a sport, we participated in that activity, too.

We climbed trees and hung out of them. We fell out of them, too. We also went on long mountain-climbing hikes in the wilderness as a family and did tent camping, in summertime.

My dad taught me to fish when I was six, which I suppose is a sport…not a very active one unless you are traveling up a stream bed looking for trout.

We were given the privilege of learning cross-country skiing at an early age. I clearly remember being with my dad at age seven, when I first got the kick and glide rhythm. “You've got it, you've got it!” he told me.

My mom was able to find us two little Shetland-type ponies, when my sister and I were ten and eleven. We called them Love and Joy. Those ponies gave us a great deal of practice in taking daily responsibility, and we learned to ride and drive them. I fell off my pony, Joy, a lot. But I would get back on her and try again. I studied horsemanship, reading lots of books on equitation, and my riding skills improved. I trained our mare, Corrie, for a 25-mile trail ride once.

Growing Up in the Water

As I got older, my dad saw my ability on a diving board and began to coach me. We joined a summer swim team. I swam and also represented the diving team.

My dad would stand next to the board and coach me on how to do a 1-1/2 forward flip during practices. “Dad, I don't think I can do it,” I'd tell him. “I'll stand right here and watch you do it,” he encouraged me. 

I would try. I loved bouncing on the board, but the excruciating pain of landing wrong, head down, with pinched nerves in my neck was horrible. I would wonder if I was paralyzed and then I'd get out and do the same thing again. I didn't complain too much, I just locked it up and ignored the pain. I didn't know this kind of pain wasn't normal, at the time I figured I was pretty normal.

One of my favorite dives was a forward flip in full position, with a half twist. I did just about everything I could to land feet first, due to my increasingly painful neck issues.

After my dad left, I continued to try to dive, but in losing him, I felt I'd lost my nerve. I became afraid of hitting the board and inward dives were too scary.

We joined a winter swim team for four years, where we all really learned to swim. Back, Breast, Butter, Free. I am so grateful for the ability to be comfortable in the water today. It really helped me in learning to row this past summer, because I wasn't afraid of tipping the boat, which I managed to do quite often!

I swam through a lot of pain during those four years, emotionally and physically, but swimming has remained one of my favorite things to do.

A few years ago I waited in line to take my turn at a beautiful bouncy diving board at a New Jersey pool. Doing back flips takes courage at first, but once you get the feel of it, it's hard to stop. They’re fun at any age!

I am becoming more cautious about taking physical risks these days. I didn't flip off the rocks into Lake Champlain this summer, I just jumped =\ I had recently injured myself...otherwise I'd have flipped!

Variety is the Spice of Life

When we were little, we made ourselves archery bows, using bendable branches and string, and we had straight sticks for arrows. We spent hours outside, playing.

We took the local hunter-safety course and learned  how to shoot and clean a rifle. I liked aiming and hitting the targets, but don't really enjoy the loud noise, shooting. In New Zealand, I did some shotgun firing at clay pigeons.

We played only a little basketball. Aunt Elise became a PIG, a HORSE and a loser at one-on-one just last weekend, because my niece's basketball skills are getting rather good. =)

At the local college on summer Sunday evenings, growing up, my family played volleyball in the sandpits. We had a net at home for birthday parties and cookouts, too.

Playing round-robin at the Ping-pong table in our cellar was a favorite past-time when friends came over...and we tried to learn to play Pool (billiards), too, when we went somewhere that had a table.

We trained and ran in the local foot races annually, although running is NOT a sport I enjoy. Too much impact. We also trained with the local cross-country team because we knew the coach. I only went running with them once, if I remember correctly...

I walked eight miles to town many Sunday mornings, to get to church early, enjoying the solitude and the woods. In our culture, people don't use walking to get places, they just go out to exercise. 

The mental mindset of “three miles is nothing” has really helped me over the last few years. I now walk this distance to read my emails and have an internet connection at a library.

Mountain biking on back roads is an even faster way to go places. I still bike a lot every summer.

Mom gave us tennis lessons at the local university, so we came to understand TV tennis match scoring. We also played raquetball. Tennis requires a lot more arm as well as running to the ball, while raquetball is more about using your wrist.

My brother learned to rock climb outdoors as well as at an indoor gym. I went rock-climbing a few times indoors and once outdoors, roped in.

My brother also learned to golf, and he took me once, for a round of nine holes. Someone said I was a “natural” as my drives were long and straight, even though I needed help to see where the golf ball went after being hit! Golfing this one time was so much fun! I can easily understand how Golf can become addictive.

I lifted iron weights a bit, to improve my swim team times, and then later for strengthening my upper back and neck. We had daily hay bales and water buckets to lift, too.

Loving Winter

We built a Luge run one very snowy winter with family friends, shoveling down through three feet of snow and banking the turns. We covered the run with water, which froze, and then we had our icy course!

Three to four times each week, come winter, I cross-country skied with my old 9mm three-pin bindings, back and forth on a ¼-mile track. I'd pack my track down each time it snowed. There was no one else around, just me, the trees and the sky. As I got stronger, double-poling down the inclines by winter's end on ice was fast and fun.

Alternately, I'd climb the hill behind our house and set up my ski poles for gates, and go down, practicing my balance without metal edges and with my heels free. Herring-boning up the steep hill was a great cardio workout. My lungs worked in the cold air happily. I'd go skiing at 7° F without the wind-chill factor, in my wool sweater and feel perfectly warm. Sometimes we had extremely strong winds on our mountain.

Detail - final of Kendall's face and torso
My mom and siblings and I finally learned to downhill ski the one winter we all worked at a ski area. My edge control from ice-skating came in handy and I was able to ski the black trails by the end of the year halfway decently.

We were known as “the family” and this winter became probably the most fun winter of my life. We rented skiis for $1/day and I skied forty days for just $40!

I taught myself to Telemark ski too, just on the green trails with low leather boots (not much control), getting literally black-and-blue on both hips from falling so much. Finally, the balance and technique came together!

Two of my siblings love to snowboard, but I never tried to because my neck, low back and wrists have been injured too much over the years.

I made the hard decision to stop working for a free lift ticket the second year, in order to focus on planning my new speaking-contest and to begin teaching children about good character. It was a sacrifice. I have missed downhill skiing.

Final Detail of Kendall's face
Experiences Around the World

The summer I worked in NYC, I bought Rollerblades, going around Central Park many times, without any knee or arm pads. I never fell badly, thankfully. My sister and I Roller-bladed a lot in Vancouver, British Columbia, too.

I did fall hard twice, Rollerblading, catching a pebble while flying along on asphalt, when I came back to Vermont...and spent most of that summer healing my road rash and wounds.

I rode horses three times in New Zealand – once in the Waiuku Forestry, which was heavenly. Another horse did a flying lead change for me. Although I hadn't ridden in years, it came back to me.

Final Detail of Ashley's face
My family went snorkeling to see the fish in the Florida Keys once, too.

There was a Pilates class in the Hamptons. And a Zumba intro class in Maine. Holding an exercise class on a concrete floor is not a good idea. I didn't return after that first class due to joint pain.

Usually I tend to injure myself in exercise classes, trying to keep up with others and do things my body isn't ready to do. I generally find it better to just work out on my own and pace myself.

I took a women's self-defense class a different year in NYC, from a friend, learning a bit about martial arts, which requires a lot of balance and body control. It was lots of fun, although I managed to get myself injured, again.

Vermont, 2017

After twenty years of waiting, I trained and FINALLY skied in the Craftsbury Outdoor Center's annual cross-country ski marathon in January of 2017, winning second for my age group at the 12K distance. I was NOT going at any real speed, but I started and I finished. I kept telling myself to ignore everyone else, and just ski my own race.

My sister gifted me with a summer of special joy – to learn my 38th “sport” - how to scull. I had wanted to learn to scull for years, watching others race, but with no equipment or suitable water around it seemed pretty improbable. Then I moved to the right location.

Co-ordinating arms and legs with proper back posture and the moving seat and oars took a little time for my brain to figure out. After starting in a wide rowboat, I moved to a middle-sized boat, and finally to a narrow racing scull in about two months time.

On Mt Monadnock, Vermont, October 2017

This past fall I hiked up Mt. Monadnock in Vermont and Mt. Cardigan in New Hampshire with an old family friend who needed someone to go along for health reasons.

Me on Mt. Cardigan, NH, October 2017
I still desire to learn to sail, sail-board, surf, and water ski before I die. The common missing element here is having enough water. And I'd really like to learn to ballroom dance, and play polo - the “sport of kings”...

I'm dreaming now, but it's a nice dream!

With thanksgiving for all the good gifts Christ brings to the Body,
I am gratefully your painting and balance-loving friend,

She girdeth her loins with strength and strengtheth her arms. ~ Proverbs 31:17

Flow - Planting Garlic and How Grounding Ourselves Improves Emotional Health

When I was growing up, I read many of former President Calvin Coolidge's writings. He was a deep thinker who grew up on a rural Vermont farm. 

He spoke about the order and flow of the four seasons. 

Flow, 22x30 original watercolor painting by Elise, August 2017, Private Collection

President Coolidge shared how each distinct season of the Vermont year brought it's own cyclical pattern to be followed – as Ecclesiastes tells us, there is a time to plant and a time to reap. 

Continuing to follow this natural rhythm of life amid all the changes I've experienced in the last few years has brought me a lot of joy and peace.

When I have my hands in the soil and am planting the seeds of healthy food, I feel connected to my seeds, the plants they will become, and to the soil they are planted in. Working in the earth grounds and settles me.

Drawing - stage one

Grounding and Emotional Health

Back in August I listened to Tim Ferris interview Michael Gervais. Michael is an adviser to Olympic athletes. He pointed out that many people today lack an ability to focus due to distractions provided through our technological age and our smartphones. Micheal explained how only when in the flow state of the brain do we experience the emotions of awe and wonder. But entering this flow state requires that one must be able to focus.

Interestingly, especially for those concerned with the rising tide of emotional and mental health issues, I learned this past year how our bodies were designed to process emotions and discard those which are not needed. 

Just as our digestive tract processes our food and discards waste through the large intestines, processed emotions were meant to leave our body through our feet, electrically, going into the earth. 

Saving the Light - stage two

The Case for Leather-Soled Shoes

However, since the advent in the 1970's of plastic-soled shoes, those in the Western world are no longer walking around on mainly leather-soled shoes. We are no longer grounding our body to the earth's electrical frequency in the same way we once did.

Most people today cannot process all of their negative emotions. Because 80% of our population lives in cities, and only 2% now farm, people cannot easily discard these unwanted emotions through contact with the soil of the earth.

Negative emotions and past traumas are now being stored in the electrical bio-field surrounding our body.

I find this a fascinating explanation for the mental health problems we face in America today.

Adding the Supporting Background - stage three

The Case for Obeying the Word of God - Tent Camping and Grounding

I grew up camping in tents with my family but it's been awhile since I slept outside overnight in a tent. A hard sandy New Zealand beach in 2007 comes to mind! 

But annually, the Hebrew people were told by our Father in heaven to build shelters and to camp outside. This was an annual grounding, a re-setting of our body frequency similar to what I learned through watching The Grounded on You Tube

The Feast of Booths or Feast of Tabernacles, also known as Sukkot, is this annual Jewish festival.

 “You shall dwell in booths for seven days … that your generations may know that I made the people of Israel dwell in booths when I brought them out of the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God” (vv. 42–43). 

~ Leviticus 23:33-43

Foreground Water - stage four


How to Make $300 in Three Hours by Planting a Bed of Garlic

Each year, one of the easiest and fastest ways I've found to “make $300” is to re-plant my garlic. Each clove planted in good soil represents at least $1 in savings at harvest time, next August. Locally grown garlic bulbs are often even more expensive than $1/bulb today, so by not having to purchase garlic, I am saving a lot of money each year, while supporting my health.

It takes less than two hours to ready the soil, plant and lay mulch over the top of the beds. Once mulched, garlic requires little weeding. Part of the allium family, garlic loves rain and in hot weather needs to be watered. 

I snap off the garlic scapes after they begin to curl in June and use these scapes for either garlic scape pesto or they can be steamed as a vegetable. 

If the scapes are left on the stalk, the top of the scape forms a seed pod. These garlic seeds can also be grown into a garlic bulb, but it takes two years of time instead of just the one year from planting a clove. More energy goes into the bulb, creating a larger garlic bulb, if the scapes are snapped off at the right time.

Pulling the bulbs from the ground in late July or early August is very satisfying and is easily done. From planting to harvest, I invest 3-4 hours of work, to gain around $300-$600 of reward.

Planting my garlic is one of my most enjoyed annual fall tasks during the third week of October, before the ground freezes.

I always use composted manure. If you think you've used enough composted manure, use some more! Garlic is a heavy feeder and loves manure! Manure, to me, is better known as Black Gold.

After harvest and the curing period, the stalks are cut off and I store each different garlic variety separately in a closed paper bag.

To best over-winter the bulbs, they need to be kept in the dark at around 40-50 degrees. Storing garlic in higher heat dehydrates the bulbs. Storing garlic in the refrigerator or in a place below freezing will cause the bulbs to sprout.

Before using any large bulbs for eating, I sort through them to choose which bulbs will be planted and which will be stored for eating.

I sacrifice my largest bulbs, containing the biggest and best cloves, for planting - in order to gain the best garlic next year. This is analogous to much of life - You must not be selfish and save the best for yourself! Give the best, and the best will be given back to you at sometime in the future.

The cloves are planted with the pointed end up and the root part down, 1-2 inches deep, and 4-6 inches apart, in rows that shift - so I'm planting the next row of cloves in the spaces of the previous row. I neglected to take a photo of the cloves after I set them in the soil and before I packed the soil down. 

Each bed pictured here contains around 100 cloves of garlic. Total, I planted 307 cloves this year. These will hopefully become 307 bulbs of garlic over the next nine months. I pray that our Father in heaven will bless their growth.

Last Summer I helped harvest 95 pounds of garlic. Seventy-six of those pounds was at the Farm where I was gardening, and the other 19 pounds was from my own small patch of 295 bulbs. We sold around 40 lbs of the Farm garlic to a local co-op, but I don't normally sell my personal garlic. It is medicinal quality, packed full of sulphur and I use it for prevention and treatment for many things. 

Garlic is a natural pain-killer, is anti-bacterial, anti-viral, anti-fungal, and anti-parasitic. It gives you energy and, like many vegetables, acts as a natural diuretic.

Ancient Greek wrestlers were said to eat raw garlic before they wrestled. If you're a friend of mine, you might be gifted with some special garlic but I don't plant as much as I used to plant.

Once carefully cured and stored at the right temperature, my garlic will last over a year from harvest, and so I use what I harvest all year long, until the new harvest comes in.

The Many Benefits of Consuming Raw Garlic 

Garlic is now considered a Superfood. I've heard reports that people in the Middle East have beautiful skin which glows because they eat so much garlic, which helps remove toxins from the body, assists in supporting collagen, and helps prevent cancer.

While some people definitely don't like the flavor or smell of garlic, or feel good after eating it, I'm thankful I do!

Garlic is also known as an excellent natural anti-inflammatory agent. Chopped fine and swallowed (not chewed) with warm peppermint tea is a remedy I use for colds and the flu. I eat raw garlic three times a day when fighting an infection.

Using garlic internally has helped save my life in the past. Used externally as a foot poultice, garlic has literally saved the lives of several of my family members. If I have a slightly infected cut on my skin, I cut a garlic clove and swipe it on the affected area, and then it heals fine. Olive oil can be used before you swipe the garlic, because garlic oil is strong and can cause blisters.

Garlic brings down high-blood pressure naturally. My family has been known to swipe the feet of family members in the hospital with a cut clove of garlic.

A friend used garlic on a two-year-old boy's feet when he was experiencing a high fever. This boy's fever broke about fifteen minutes later and he returned to his playing, happily. Garlic helps the immune system fight infections!

Garlic is known for it's strong, pungent odor. Many people are afraid to eat it before going into a social setting. There are two ways to overcome this stigma: Chew raw parsley after eating fresh garlic, or eat a tablespoon of tomato sauce or natural catsup.

Garlic can also cause some people a lot of flatulence or intestinal gas. This means garlic is benefiting your body by killing off excess yeast in the gut. Be thankful! Yeast or thrush infections are very prevalent today, due to the over-use of drug antibiotics, and systemic yeast infections are often a leading cause of cancer.

Final Details and Balancing Values - stage five -
Flow is a 2017 Watercolor Portrait by Elise of an SBTC summer athlete at the Craftsbury Outdoor Center, Craftsbury, Vermont
I am very grateful for the wonderful gift our Creator has given of the flow state of the brain - providing us with the emotions of awe and wonder; and of the culinary and medicinal value of fresh garlic. 

Taking time to go outside and lie down on the ground and be still for even a short time is well worth the effort. Girls who tan themselves on the beach always look so relaxed to me. I would imagine their fun-loving natures are assisted by the sunshine and the beach sand they lie on...

And the next hobby I'd like to take up is surfing - for it, too, leads to more of flow. Vermont being land-locked...surfing here may be a little difficult.

Happy 500th anniversary of Reformation Day!

Warmly, your painting and planting-friend,

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 

A time to be born, and a time to die; 

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; 

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; 

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; 

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; 

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; 

a time of war, and a time of peace.

~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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