by Wendy Devlin
Seedy Saturday is coming, March 13, 2010 to the Powell River Recreation Complex!
Four hundred people have attended our community seed swap and sustainable-gardening fair each year for the past four years. The new venue at the Recreation Complex makes possible double the number of previous workshops and information/demonstration tables. Seedy Saturday is sponsored by the Powell River Farmers’ Institute to promote local food production and regional sustainability. Doors open 10:00 a.m.until 3:00 p.m. Admission, $2; children under 12, free.
Everyone is invited to Seedy Saturday, with or without seeds to swap. If you have seeds, package them in closed envelopes and label them clearly to swap for other people’s seeds. The number of seed packages you bring is recorded by a volunteer who puts your seed packages into the exchange and gives you a signed chit for them. You can then browse over the hundreds of alphabetically indexed seed packages and make your selections. When you return to the front table, a volunteer checks out your seed packages.
If you don’t have seeds to swap, you can purchase seed packages for fifty cents each, up to a 10-package limit.
Two community seed-packing parties have already packaged up 1500 packages of local seeds for the swap. Seedy Saturday also features a gardening, farming, and self-sufficiency book-and-magazine swap.
The plant exchange has been discontinued. Any non-profit groups planning plant exchanges or sales, however, can submit time and place information to our Seed Saving Committee for placement on a list of upcoming garden-related events. That list will be made available at Seedy Saturday.
Seems like one helluva movie…until you hear people playing Film Critic: “It’s racist—the Noble Savage all over again.”
“It’s just a stupid fantasy about race told from the point of view of white people. It reinforces the whole white Messiah thing.”
“Dances with Wolves in space. Another white guy has to save the natives from the bad guys.”
Wo! It may be just a movie, but it sure brings out the sneer in some people. Protest too much?
The Wolf at Twilight: This thick but easy-flowing book I received for Christmas from someone who knew me for a wolf nut but hadn’t apparently spent so much as a micro-second between its covers. There’s not a paw print in this book. It’s about a white guy, author Nerburn, who’s been exceptionally close to the “Indians” (as Americans still say), getting wisdom from a First Nations elder (the wolf). Been there; done that,I thought, unwrapping it, but it’s the thought that counts.
Was I mistaken! Every morning over coffee I reached for that dratted book and two weeks later was reading as slow as possible so it wouldn’t end.
One helluva book.
