Tomatoes

Tomatoes

Three hundred plus pounds and counting, that’s how many tomatoes I’ve taken home from my volunteering out on the farm. What do three hundred pounds of tomatoes look like? Well, the boxes in today’s photos hold about eleven and a half pounds each, which equates to twenty-seven flats of tomatoes which would stand seven and a half feet tall. So, what does one do with that many tomatoes? One gets busy, that’s what. I’ve made stewed tomatoes, canned whole tomatoes, pasta sauce, basil and bell pepper pasta sauce, V8 tomato juice, dried tomatoes, and tomato salads. We’ll be eating the sweet taste of summer well into next year, I can assure you.

The 4th of July

Sunrise over Arizona

It’s the celebration of Independence Day in America today. On this day I am doing just what many of the settlers of the United States were doing 232 years ago as our forefathers ratified the Declaration of Independence: I am working on the farm. I awoke at 3:45 so I could eat, get ready, and be in the field as the sun rose. I feel fortunate for this experience of working on a farm as I now know what effort must be put forward for our food. I more than ever appreciate the work of migrants who toil our earth so we may have access to inexpensive food on our tables and in our restaurants. As summer encroaches and crops hang on the precipice of heat-induced failure, I will think of what our ancestors endured in order to establish a foothold and create new communities. Today as I labor to bring this food to others, I will be thankful for all of the hard work both physical and intellectual that goes into making a country prosperous, free, and happy.

Want To Bet I’m a Prince?

Colorado river toad

So there I was crawling along under the bell pepper canopy over at Tonopah Rob’s vegetable farm looking for crickets to photograph when I stumbled upon this Colorado river toad hogging up the path. He tried staring me down, he tried intimidating me with his stalwart presence and purposeful stance, but I said, “ribbit” and he simply stepped aside and left me to my hunt for crickets. What a nice toad he was.

Sheep is Life – Tuba City

Hanks Trading Post on Highway 89 driving north to Tuba City, Arizona

On our way to Tuba City on the Navajo Reservation to attend the Sheep is Life celebration, we drove north on Arizona 17 through Flagstaff and up Highway 89.

Off Highway 89 driving north to Tuba City, Arizona

It was on this latter road, and just after entering the Navajo Nation, we stopped for this photograph. I like the picture as a reminder of a tree post and barbed wire fence that looks oh-so normal here in the desert Southwest but would be foreign to most people in the Eastern United States and surely to the majority of people residing in Europe.

At the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

We’ve arrived in Tuba City at the Sheep is Life festival, and of course, we are seeing sheep.

At the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

These churros are the dominant breed out here on the Navajo Reservation, where not only is their fleece used for blankets, rugs, and dresses, but their meat also figures prominently in the Navajo diet.

At the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

This here is raw churro fleece with some beautiful coloring; it’s about to be ours.

Caroline Wise at the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

There was little chance Caroline would leave without a bit of new fiber to serve her addiction. I must admit, the churro fleece she is holding was my suggestion, almost an insistence that she takes it. At some point in the future, Caroline will wash the lanoline out of the fleece. That is, of course, if she can ever stop smelling the thing, she loves the smell of lanoline. From there, it will be time to start spinning the fibers into yarn, which will hopefully find its way into a Navajo rug she or I will weave.

At the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

After visiting the Sheep is Life celebration, it was time for a bite to eat. A helper at the information booth directed us towards the local flea market upon hearing that I would have to find myself a roast mutton sandwich before we left the reservation. Tuba City is a small town, making finding the market a quick process.

At the Sheep is Life Festival in Tuba City, Arizona

Before doing any shopping we beelined to the busiest, smokiest tent and got to ordering. Checking out the grill, I recognized a wrapped something-or-other that I just knew had to be ach’ii. We were told of ach’ii years ago by our friend Dion Terry, who wanted us to visit his grandmother’s place on the Navajo Reservation to stay in a hogan and try this Navajo delicacy. Ach’ii is a strip of mutton fat wrapped with a string of intestines (click here to see how it is made). This was as good a time as any to try it, a really good time as a matter of fact because I spied a small piece and the cook let Caroline and I have it. I suppose one would have to already love mutton to like this, which I do and so I thought it was pretty darn good. That’s peppers and mutton on the grill being prepared for my roast mutton sandwich served on a hot piece of fry bread. After our yummy lunch, we shopped at the flea market tables, buying a bag of local apricots, a small loaf of homemade banana bread, and some dried multi-colored corn.

Tuba City, Arizona

After the festival and lunch, we visited the Tuba City Trading Post, established in 1870. In the general store at the back, we bought more wool that we will both use in our Navajo weaving projects.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

We’ve been to many places across America but there’s something unique about these wide-open vistas, especially when some little fluffy clouds are present when out on northern Arizona Indian reservations.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

Had we known that the banana yucca fruit was edible, we would have gobbled up one.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

While sightseeing out here, we caught this sight worth stopping to stare at. There’s something wonderful about watching animals wander the land outside of a corral or cage that inspires us to witness their freedom. An added bonus at the end of spring and the beginning of summer was that the herd was running with a couple of foals. The location was on Road 264, east of Tuba City, on our way to Kykotsmovi Village on Third Mesa.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

First of all, my sincere apologies to the Hopi people for taking this image atop one of their mesas, but I’m so profoundly in love with their heritage, architecture, and the environment they’ve lived in for more than 2,000 years that I simply needed a couple of memories to travel with me into the future. I understand that I wasn’t being considerate of their request not to take photos on the mesas, but it is not my intent to exploit even a grain of sand regarding their people or lands.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

You are looking southwest; on the hilltop on the right is Third Mesa. I humbly dream of someday having the opportunity to photograph (with permission) the Hopi Mesas, as they offer an incredible amount of history and beauty for those who can see it.

Hopi Reservation, Arizona

This concludes the visuals of this awesome experience up north.