0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8…

Donald J. Glaser was a rare bird, a beautiful soul, who loved beauty, and traveled the world in its search.  My uncle, he was born in August 1924, studied at the Parsons School of Design in NYC, then entered the seminary but dropped out, remained a “permanent bachelor” and in 1951 found his calling as a buyer of art and antiques.  In the golden age, when department stores were locally owned paragons of regional taste, at Stewart Dry Goods, in Louisville, Kentucky, he ran the home furnishings boutique.  

For more than 45 years he circumnavigated the globe, annually, from East to West buying the best: silks in Hong Kong, brass in Bombay, furniture in Italy, paintings in England. “Good things last” was his motto.  In 1972 Associated Dry Goods bought the regional company, and Don became the buyer, and had furniture made, for an entire national chain.  

He was my Godfather, and sometime in the 1970s while traveling in the South of France, Don saw in a gallery a portrait that reminded him of me.  It arrived at our house, an unannounced surprise from afar.  

A truer portrait never was made.  How many times I have pondered its meanings.  It hangs now in the stairs to my son’s room.  The young boy gazes into a flower, and what does he see in his hand, but the universe in stunning mathematical order.  I speak, of course, of the Fibonacci sequence.  

The Fibonacci numbers were first described in Asian Indian mathematics circa 200 BC by Pingala on possible patterns of Sanskrit poetry formed from syllables of two lengths.  The Italian mathematician Leonardo of Pisa, also known as Fibonacci, introduced the sequence to Western European mathematics in 1202.  Because the West has been dominant, his name has reigned supreme.  

The Fibonacci sequence is a pattern wherein each number is equal to the sum of the preceding two numbers. The sequence begins 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233 … and goes on to infinity.  

The Fibonacci sequence is manifest throughout nature, prominently in the spirals of Sunflower seed heads, that radiate from the center. The numbers of these spirals, when counted in opposite directions, are often consecutive Fibonacci numbers.  The sequence also appears in the branching of trees, the arrangement of leaves on a stem, fruit sprouts of a pineapple, an artichoke, in pine cone bracts; a tiling of Fibonacci squares forms the nautilus shell, which appears also in the spiral of a hurricane and galaxies across the cosmos.  The sequence does not appear everywhere but its presence is abundant.  

Fibonacci is related, mathematically, to the golden ratio – 1.618 – which is ubiquitous, though hidden in plain sight; credit cards and every drivers license replicate this rectangular form, based on reciprocal numbers of height to width. 

The Golden Ratio, also known as Phi, is found throughout art and architecture.  Many find the ratio in the Great Pyramid of Giza, and the Greek Parthenon in Athens (although a mathematician at the University of Maine has challenged that).  In Renaissance art it was present among many of the master works, notably in Leonardo de Vinci’s Mona Lisa. In the modern era, the golden ratio has informed the art of Seurat, Picasso, Gris, Duchamp, Debussey, Le Corbusier, and Mondrian, to name but a few.

When gathering flowers for a bouquet, pause to ponder the breadth of universal beauty, ever present, bundled within your arms.  

Here at an art farm, our gardens are lush and due to the heat, fruits ripen almost two weeks ahead of schedule.

Growing up, the Midwestern mantra was corn “knee high by the 4th of July.” In Zone 5 coastal Maine, the snap peas tower at 5′ tall, tomatoes ripen, cucumbers flower while the grapes fatten; raspberries and cherries – radiant red – hang for the picking, while the coneflower and echinacea proudly display their Fibonacci ways.

NOTE: Credit here need be shared with Richard M. Neumann, a mensch and lover of mathematics, who shared valuable insights to Fibonacci and phi, including gifting me the book “The Golden Ratio: the story of phi, the world’s most astonishing number” written by Mario Livio, (c)2002.


Garlic Scapes and Landscapes

By the stars, it is late spring. By the warm temperatures and school having ended, it is summer. In our garden, it is the time when garlic stretches the curlicue scapes wildly upwards to the sun.

Summer brings heavy equipment to the farm, and equipment requires outbuildings, so we have been building, albeit in 1/16th scale.

And finally, a new lawnmower, for a field of dreams, also in 1/16th scale.


Hope springs eternal…

Here at 43.6415° North, 70.2409° West, on 5 May, spring is in full bloom..

Last year a late overnight freeze killed all the buds on the stone fruit trees. For the first time in nine years we had neither peaches, nor sour cherries. This year’s temperatures are warmer, and the prospects seem fine.

Our strawberry patch has been weeded and flowers bloom.

Garlic planted last fall is pushing up. Compost has been spread on the vegy beds. Lettuce and sweet peas have been planted.


15 driving debt

My daughter turned 15 last Sunday.  On Tuesday she began Drivers Ed.  On Wednesday we opened a checking account for her.  She has asked about buying a car.  

A few years ago, she and her friends bestowed upon me the title, “Funky Youth Pastor” which she assured me was a high honor.  Given that, I hereinbelow give my sermon about turning 15, driving, and debt.  

The word “mortgage” is derived from the Old French word “morgage”, which directly translates to “dead pledge”.  This is not entirely morbid.  In the early 1600s Sir Edward Coke, a barrister in England explained, “And it seemeth, that the cause why it is called mortgage is, for that it is doubtful whether the feoffor will pay at the day limited such sum or not: and if he doth not pay, then the land which is put in pledge upon condition for the payment of the money, is taken from him for ever, and so dead to him upon condition. And if he doth pay the money, then the pledge is dead as to the tenant.”  In other words, a mortgage is “dead” when either the debt is paid or the payment fails.  

Debt is not a death sentence but it carries a high cost.  In fact, each of the monotheistic religions – Judaism, Christianity, and Muslim – have scripture which forbade interest.  

The Quran, verse 275, says that interest – the payment upon debt – is forbidden:

“Those who consume interest cannot stand [on the Day of Resurrection] except as one stands who is being beaten by Satan into insanity. That is because they say, “Trade is [just] like interest.” But Allāh has permitted trade and has forbidden interest. So whoever has received an admonition from his Lord and desists may have what is past, and his affair rests with Allāh. But whoever returns [to dealing in interest or usury] – those are the companions of the Fire; they will abide eternally therein.”

In the Hebraic tradition, Deuteronomy 23:19-20, says that interest is not forbidden but it is restricted:

“Do not charge a fellow Israelite interest, whether on money or food or anything else that may earn interest. You may charge a foreigner interest, but not a fellow Israelite, so that the Lord your God may bless you in everything you put your hand to in the land you are entering to possess.”

Within the Christian tradition, in the early Middle Ages, it seems this scripture was taken to mean that Christians could not handle money but those of the Jewish faith could.  And given that the Jewish people could neither own land, nor join a Guild to learn a trade, they became facile at handling money.  But money was of Caesar’s realm, not God’s, and a schism was laid, then codified into law in 1745 when Pope Benedict issued his Vix Pervenit that condemned the practice of charging interest on loans as usury.  

The words of the prophets have fallen on deaf ears.  In January 2024 U.S. consumer debt – credit cards, students loans, auto loans, mortgages and payday loans – totaled $17.37 trillion dollars, and the median credit card interest rate is currently 24.37%.  The gross federal debt of the United States has surpassed $34 trillion dollars.  We are intoxicated with credit.  

It was not always this way.  In July of 1979 USA President Jimmy Carter gave his “Malaise” speech, speaking to the nation “…about a fundamental threat to American democracy…to worship self-indulgence and consumption.”

“It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will. We can see this crisis in the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our nation.  In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we’ve discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We’ve learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose.”

He had the decency to admit, “This is not a message of happiness or reassurance, but it is the truth and it is a warning.”  No one wanted to hear that message. Jimmy Carter consistently ranks among the least respected of US Presidents and he lost in a landslide in the 1980 election.  

Carter’s prophecy went ignored and twenty-one years later, the man from Kennebunkport, President George W. Bush would address the nation in September 2001 and encourage continued consumption. 

Following the devastation of 9-11 he said, “And one of the great goals of this nation’s war is…to tell the traveling public:  Get on board. Do your business around the country.  Fly and enjoy America’s great destination spots.  Get down to Disney World in Florida.  Take your families and enjoy life, the way we want it to be enjoyed.”

My child, at the age of 18 you will be legally able to enter a contract and borrow money.  We will then advise but no longer control your decisions.  Certainly there is a car in your future and my goal now is to give you clarity to guide your decisions. 

The auto website Edmunds reported in October 2023 that the average new car payment had reached an all-time high of $736 per month.  The average cost of used cars was $29,328.  As options and panache increase so too does the cost; always consider whether your purchase and obligations are sustainable.  There is a wisdom in frugal simplicity.  

And keep in mind what Ghandi said, “Live simply so that others may simply live.”  This quote is available on a bumper sticker.  Maybe put that on your first car?


Persephone returns

Persephone returns, and thoughts turn to Gaia and the garden.  

For many years, we have grown several varieties of heirloom beans (none of which seem to be locally available).  This is our beans’ story.

A few years back, during the spring term, I had the opportunity to teach English to refugees and immigrants.  There was neither a curriculum nor textbook.  I was given a classroom at the SoPo High School and told to figure it out.  After a few classes I decided to focus on food – something universal – using children’s stories as a reader.  

I brought our beans to the class and chose to read “Jack and the Bean Stalk.”  Even though they did not speak English, they recognized the story; the single Mother from Venezuela nodded, smiled and whispered “Si, Juan y frijoles!” Another student, a young man from Angola – who walked 5 miles to and from each class, having walked north from Brazil, across the Darien Gap, to reach the USA southern border – this young man, not to be denied, nodded earnestly in recognition.  Of note, the children’s story did not insult them; they craved the chance to learn. 

Wikipedia contains an entry titled “Jack (hero)…Jack is an English hero and archetypal stock character appearing in multiple legends, fairy tales, and Nursery rhymes.”  Fairy tales proved an effective cross cultural learning tool with pole beans central to one of the most famous of Jack stories.  

Considering how nutrient-dense are beans it seems not coincidental they are central to an archetypal story.   And beyond the archetype, they can manifest as daily nutrition in our diet.  Frances Moore Lappe proselytized the protein-rich nutritional value of beans and her 1971 seminal book Diet for a Small Planet has been called, by the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History, “one of the most influential political tracts of the times.”  

As a protein source, beans are beneficial to the environment, whereas production of red meat generates substantial carbon dioxide, methane and nitrous oxide.  Beans require minimal water and lower greenhouse gas emissions because they “fix nitrogen” by converting nitrogen from its molecular form (N2) in the atmosphere then converting into nitrogen compounds useful for other biochemical processes; the NH3 they produce is absorbed by the plant.  The nitrogen fixing enriches the soil, decreasing the amount of fertilizer needed by the crop planted after them in the rotation.  Soil fertility is increased as a result of having grown the beans.  

The beans we grow came to us through Nance Klehm, a steward of the Earth working at the vanguard of art and the Earth.  She has lectured at the Museum of Contemporary Art, the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles, the University of Cincinnati, and the Canadian Centre for Architecture in Montreal. She has taught at the University of California – Los Angeles, Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois, and Dartington College in the United Kingdom, as well as for countless community groups worldwide.  Her web site is: https://socialecologies.net/spontaneous-vegetation/.

As part of her work, Nance helped organize the Seed Temple, a seed bank located in Estancia, New Mexico, founded by Flordemayo, a Curandera Espiritu, or a healer of divine spirit.  Flordemayo is one of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers.   https://www.grandmotherswisdom.org/  The grandmothers “…are committed to supporting all people reclaiming their relationship to Mother Earth, calling for a profound transformation in the heart, mind, and spirit. The Grandmothers Wisdom Project is an Earth-based community actively building a bridge to support the living legacy of ancient traditions that gives us deeper insight into the mystery of life and the importance of honoring the connection that exists among all beings, nature and the cosmos.”

Know your food

Know your farmer

Know your seeds’ provenance

About ten years sago, Nance asked us to grow the beans and then return a portion back to the seed bank; a seed bank need be a living library, and we were happy to help.  

We currently grow eight varieties:

  • Wild Goose
  • Rwanda
  • Appaloosa
  • Deseronto Potato
  • Beauty’s Way
  • Good Mother Stollard
  • Turkey Craw
  • Corn Planter

2023 was a challenging year in our garden. From Georgia north to Maine there were virtually no stone fruits, a late deep freeze having killed the blossoms. We had no peaches, a mainstay from our orchard. Many gardeners commented on the challenges. In our garden a varmint devoured all of the sprouts, including our bean crop. I was slow to replant, and watched with growing fascination as many of the beans sprouted a second time.  Having planted less than one cup, we still harvested several quarts – in the most challenging season on record.  

On Wall Street the Masters of the Universe, the glassy-eyed bankers, Homo Economicus and the Prudent Person battle for yields of 1/10th of a percent. In our garden just outside the kitchen, Gaia – in her majestic repose – provided an annual yield of breathtaking proportions, which continues to feed my family and our friends.  There is something profound here.

Great Mother, indeed !!


Seed Saving

This year we grew Good Mother Stallard pole beans for the Seed Temple in Estancia, New Mexico <followthegoldenpath.org>.  Our first time growing pole beans, I wasn’t sure how to dry them.  While I researched, Ella walked into the garden, plucked from the vine one dried pod, pulled it apart, and…VOILA!…green beans had turned a gorgeous mottled red.  Exquisite, fascinating, and a great shared lesson in seed saving.

We planted ten seeds and now have ten x ten x…an abundant cache to send back, to share with friends, and to sow next season.

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Playful Processing & Integration

My daughter was present and engaged during my post surgery recovery in 2011. She worked healing magic on me as well as her dolls and lovies.
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Colored tape, bandages, hugs and kisses…bedside with mama for those many days of recovery.
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Today my daughter, aged 6 and headed for her own surgery, visited a most wonderful, child oriented surgery center where she was offered a child’s vantage point on what to expect. Once home, we spent the next several hours acting out the new information using whatever props and subjects we had close at hand.
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Light & color: making marks

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Fairy Condos

Adding some pint size (maybe more half-gallon) magic to the property this spring with milk cartons, acrylics, Sharpies, stickers, varnish, sticks and glue gun…
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Question Box

The older I get, the less able I am to multitask. Or, perhaps it’s not age but hours of sleep I miss each night (see previous posting :). Either way, after tending to the household tasks, little ones’ needs, and work prep, by the end of the day I can only focus on one thing at a time.

It’s possible that this is in fact the time of day when my daughter’s charming curiousity cuts loose and needs the likes of Google-for-preschoolers to sate her questions: “Why do princesses have so many dresses? How did the creator create the world? Where did I come from?” Truth be told, there have been times I’ve just had to ask her to stop talking so I can finish the thought in my own head.

Several days ago I vented to our beloved Auntie Beth who, without blinking, offered up the idea of a Question Box – a special place to hold the question until I have time to give her the attention she seeks.

Using cardboard scraps and a glue gun, I constructed a small box with a piggy bank type slot on the top and a flap on the bottom to access the question cards.
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