Portland Terroir

Terroir, originally a French term, can be very loosely translated as "a sense of place" which is embodied in certain qualities, and the sum of the effects that the local environment has had on the manufacture of the product. --- This is about my exploration and awareness of my sense of connection and belonging with the people, places, and food in my community (this place I call home).

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Urban Gardening, part 2

Delightful picture of the season


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Robin Fenske
I’m a PhD Student at Portland State University in the System Science Graduate Program and I’m interested in urban gardening and extra-conscious food production and consumption.
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Rice, a poem

I don't want you just to sit down at the table.


I don't want you just to eat, and be content.


I want you to walk out into the fields


where the water is shining, and the rice has risen.


I want you to stand there, far from the white tablecloth.


I want you to fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.



-Mary Oliver

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