Chickaluma

1. Put down some tomato plants yesterday. It seemed as good a time as any; the skies were a brilliant blue, the winds had finally skedaddled behind the hills and into the next valley, while overhead the sun was just beginning to break through. Put my foot behind the shovel and dug 3 holes. A couple of worms inched away as the chicken manure was layered with top and bottom soil. This year, we're experimenting with a new soil amendment: non-fat powdered milk. I kid you not. While hunting for a tomato blossom rot remedy (tried gypsum last year and it worked so-so) I came across a you tube video featuring a gardener from the mid-west whose bumper crop of tomato plants looked like redwoods! Before wrapping up her spiel, a box of powdered milk was produced. The same box that my mother one summer, in some weird insane moment, decided to experiment and substitute cow's milk with powdered milk which was mixed (like kool aid) in a glass right in front of our eyes, and tasted like shit. It was the kind of flashback that wasn't very meritorious, but those tomato plants in the background glowed like they were rooted in the mother lode of all mulches. The Black Krim, Juliets and heirlooms are all on 70 day notice.

2. Petaluma. Butter and Egg days are April 27th and 28th. It's like the annual rodeo. It's old school, a small town parade celebrating the history of an area which used to be called, 'the egg capitol of the world.' Flanked by rich farm land, the Petaluma river, became a fulcrum for ships carrying produce and grains back down to San Francisco and the outlying counties. Chickaluma was the nickname bandied around in it's glory years. But, Petaluma is a Miwok word which means the backside of hills. Films needing an old fashioned nostolgic era have been filmed here: American Graffiti, Pleasantville, Peggy Sue got Married, Cujo (whaa?) and Tree of Life (Nooooway). Egg and Butter days. What once was...