I meant to write something over Memorial Day weekend, but I feel so conflicted about what’s happening in the Middle East and the way the militant forces of the world are hurting one another that I thought I’d honor a veteran and his love of seaweed harvesting instead, as well as a community honoring its volunteer firefighters. At some point I might say more about how distressed I am about the genocide in Gaza, the student protests, the Trump supporters who don’t seem to care about 34 guilty verdicts, and all that jazz. But on this first day of June, let me instead celebrate wild harvesting nature’s bounty and some kick ass musicians!
As a female firie I'm always so pleased to see a shift to the inclusive term 'firefighter', in preference to the self-limiting recruitment potential of 'firemen/man'. It may make it to your neighbourhood one day! 🤞
As a female firie I'm always so pleased to see a shift to the inclusive term 'firefighter', in preference to the self-limiting recruitment potential of 'firemen/man'. It may make it to your neighbourhood one day! 🤞
Perfectly valid correction, Sharn. My bad. Thanks. I'll go back in and modify my language. Sorry for any exclusionary language on my end.
Not you at all, that is the correct title of the event! But I love the thought that you might plant some seeds of change there, best of luck
Being in the Pacific Ocean thigh deep at 7 am is just about heaven.
The new Excalibur dehydrator just arrived, so now it's time to harvest kombu! Any additional tips? Bring scissors to the beach, maybe?