Of late, when I was not gluing or varnishing our new labels, I was trying to reach “our account executive” at the label company. This involved me emailing on an hourly basis and calling in between emails, always to hear a voice message that Mr. X was away from his desk. Yes, I had noticed that.

As days went by, I joked he was more likely under his desk hiding from my calls, than away from it.

Yesterday, just as I decided I needed to get Jim to up the ante with his manyly man voice leaving manly man messages for Mr. X, I got a one line email agreeing to the label rerun.

This was a good moment, but I had to wonder if this situation of me bludgeoning Mr. X into doing the right thing and replacing labels that didn’t have enough glue wasn’t a bit like our current economic situation. Somehow in both instances, much seems to hinge on people’s different ideas about personal responsibility.

To turn my attention to Flowers and Flower Essences for an instant, I am extremely interested in the convergence of the peanut butter crisis at the same time as this national crisis. So interested that I am going to grow Peanuts for their Flowers this summer and make an Essence from them.

Why do I think the two situations are related? Universal laws of attraction bring things together. Additionally, the universe is always trying to teach us what we need to learn using an imaginative and multi- layered curriculum. Right now this involves Peanuts.

Do you remember when Anita Bryant as spokesperson for Orange growers in Florida went up in flames after making some very ugly homophobic remarks? Orange Flower Essence is about calming and resolving fiery debates about highly charged issues especially those of sexual orientation. Anita and Orange Flowers had an appointment with destiny and the rest of us got one big inservice on tolerance.

So when the largest food recall in American history happened at this particular juncture, I naturally began to think about Peanuts and the potential gifts in Peanut Flower Essence, gifts that are just what we need right now.

Peanuts have Flowers that turn and bury themselves in the soil before forming peanuts. This is very unusual behavior in a Flower. In fact, I can think of no other Flower that does this. Is this Flower and its Essence going to help us dig deep into our hidden reserves as the Flower does? Is this Essence about harvesting what is below the surface of this situation? Or in an entirely different way, is the Flower showing us what happens when we put our head in the sands hoping that all our problems will go away if we don’t look at them?

I look forward to finding out what exactly is going on with Peanut Flower. I look forward to meeting the Flower and its vibration and beginning to find answers to my questions about its timely gifts. One thing I do know is that no matter what issues Peanut Flower Essence addresses, it will be offering us an enlightened vibrational wisdom that will help us with the situation we are in right now. That is what Flowers do, bring themselves to our attention just when we need them most..

As I consider whether this Essence will be about giving up wishful thinking about who is responsible for what or even what needs to be done, I am not counting myself out from having struggles about these issues. I can avoid looking at the obvious as well as the next guy. After all, I am the person that only last May looked down at her noticeably shattered arm and wrist and thought, “I wonder if I lie here for a few minutes and pray everything will be all better?” Sometimes we actually have to go through a lot of pain and hard work before everything is better. Sometimes things are never quite the same but there is a necessary harvest from the journey of suffering. All this I learned again with my wrist and arm. No doubt you too have had these individual learning experiences along these lines. But now it seems we are all called to pitch in together on a common journey. I am glad Peanut will be with us.

Thank goodness for the diversion of Maurice. He has taken to sleeping under the eaves of our small barn and there is perhaps nothing cuter than a sleeping moose curled up in the snow.

At dawn, we watch him wake up, swiveling his mammoth ears back and forth to listen to every noise in our household. When he gets to his feet, it is at once so graceful and so impossible to imagine how he has gotten those gangly legs under himself so fast and so artfully.

At night, we listen to him munch his way through every twig on the property. I have decided that for this year at least, the trade off of less fruit is worth it. Darling Maurice can eat those buds with impunity.

William is taking care of the neighbor’s chickens this week and as he heads off after dusk to shut the chickens in their coop, he scans with a big flashlight. He really doesn’t want to accidently run into Maurice. His flashlight has caught Maurice in its beam a couple of times. Fortunately, Maurice has just kept on with his meal and William has navigated around him.

This is all lovely diversion from tiresome February snowstorms and snowballing issues with our new labels. We now find ourselves hand gluing as well as varnishing each label because the glue on the label is not holding and the labels are peeling at each end.

The label company and I have come to terms and they are going to rerun the labels, but they want me to test other materials before they rerun the labels. This means a bit more time using these half baked labels while we try to figure out what constitutes testing different label materials.

Besides asking them to guide me in this test process, I keep asking for the label material we got last time that worked perfectly fine. So far no one has told me if that is available, or told me how to test the different materials either.

All this to say, thank you for your patience if you were one of the lucky folks who got either unvarnished unsticky labels on your Essences or varnished but not sticky labels- I am so sorry! Until this experience I had no knowledge or opinions about “paper memory issues” and frankly, I preferred it that way.

So Maurice is my favorite visitor right now.

And the varnish bottle and the glue stick are the visitors that are overstaying their welcome.

On another, happier front, the new guide is at the printers. I met with all sorts of people involved in the print process this morning, ever so grateful to have Jess at my side translating the printspeak. We don’t have an exact print date yet, but I don’t think we are more than a month or two out. In the meantime, we have a few extra boxes of the 2005 guides. If you would like some to share, we are happy to send you whatever you want. Please email green.hope.farm@valley.net or call us at 603-469-3662 if you want copies to share in any way. Thank you! And now, I have to get back to my craft activities……..

Morning, noon and night our new gentleman caller visits our fruit trees. We hear the crunch of his feet as he passes right in front of the kitchen window on his way from one orchard to another. Our neighbors named him Maurice.

He truly is Maurice, the gangster of love. He has completely stolen our hearts!

And there he goes on his appointed rounds.

My people miss the obvious. Sometimes they miss eight hundred pounds of obvious.

Take for example a couple of mornings ago. I awoke at the crisp hour of four. I could smell trouble and got one of my people to get up from his warm bed and let me out. Something was afoot out there and its my job to defend the gardens.

After a quick patrol of the perimeter, and a full id of the interloper, I took up my spot in the middle of the main vegetable garden and began my warning howl. In a word, I told that big shaggy creature to BACK OFF.

I continued this for a couple of hours. My people did not appreciate what I was doing. Rousted from their beds before the usual times, they gave me frosty looks and called out to the gardens to me, requesting in no uncertain terms that I cease and desist in my efforts.

Can you imagine? It’s just so hard to be me. Sometimes they so don’t GET what I do.

Finally, four long hours into my defense of the property, one of them came out to see WHY I would not leave my post and spotted the very beast I had been protecting them from since before dawn.

A moose.

It really irked me that when they all ran out into the gardens to look at him, their ruckus got the moose to leave, whereas all my howling had only kept him slightly at bay.

Then they had the nerve to grouse that they hadn’t really gotten a good look. I had been alerting them for what felt like a small eternity that the big guy was stripping all the apple trees of buds. They had hours to get a good look, if only they had LISTENED to me.

Fast forward to the next morning. I smell moose again so I get up for my dawn patrol and set up my howl center in the Cherokee Trail of Tears Garden, as close to the big guy’s razor sharp hoofs as I feel comfortable. My people come out to take a look, but it’s a cursory, careless one. They don’t see the moose. He is the size of a small barn and they miss him. I keep barking until my two people that go to school every day come out to warm up their car.

FINALLY they notice the moose right in the apple trees next to the barn looking for any buds he missed the last few nights. Again, the whole crew comes out to watch him, congratulating themselves as if they have just discovered fire or the electric turbine engine.

What am I? Chopped Liver?

One of them takes a picture of the moose. Not one of them thinks that maybe they should take a picture of me too after my heroic defense of the place.

This morning I am on strike. The moose can eat whatever tree buds are alive out there and I am just going to stay on my couch and let him. How it irks me that my people seem more pleased to see me asleep on the couch this morning than out on duty.

It is no easy gig to be a dog.

In our new world of labels, we varnish

and then we wait for everything to dry. In fact, I am waiting right now. Time for a cup of tea.