James’s work schedule is Sunday through Thursday. After running some errands in the morning, he opened the run door to let the chickens wander their own little garden. It has cooled off to more seasonable weather, and James didn’t have the sliding glass deck door open, but the chicken alarm was so loud he still heard it.

He hurried out to the chicken garden to see Ethel standing near the garden shed calling out in a panic. Mrs. Dashwood was on top of the compost pile sounding her alarm. James didn’t see what had spooked them, so for safety, he scooped up first Ethel, then Mrs. Dashwood, put them in the run and closed the door. 

Then he looked around for Sia. She was nowhere to be found. He looked in our main garden. He looked in the neighbor’s yard. He went out the gate into the alley, calling Sia! Sia! Not along our alley fence nor across the alley. James was panicking himself by this point.

He walked down the alley, calling and looking in yards, and finally, across the alley and nearly four houses away, there’s Sia, standing in a little grassy patch by a garage and looking a bit confused and lost. 

In spite of her white bouffant impairing her vision, she is a fast and wily chicken who is hard to catch. James approached slowly, talking to her quietly. When he bent down to scoop her up, she tried to make a run for it. James cut off her escape and because she wasn’t familiar with where she was, she didn’t know where to swerve, so James was able to catch her.

He held her tight against his chest and could feel her pounding heart. She struggled, but James kept up the soothing talk while he just stood holding her. She quieted, and James carried her back home. He deposited her in the run where Ethel and Mrs. Dashwood were still fretting. With the flock back together again, they could all calm down. 

Given the unknown reason for their panic, Sia’s escape and the upset it caused the other two, all three of them got to spend the remainder of the day in the run to keep them calm and safe. Saturday they were back out in their garden as if nothing had happened.

It probably won’t be much longer before they will be able to come into the main garden. We had a frost warning Monday night. James and I covered the tomatoes and peppers, but the frost didn’t happen for which I am glad. There are still quite a few green tomatoes, green cayenne peppers, and green chili peppers that need to get ripe. But we’ve seen the last of our truly warm days and now temperatures are mostly around 60F/15C – 70F/21C, not exactly encouraging for ripening the tomatoes and peppers. 

I’m still picking pod beans. I also still get a small handful of green beans most days. The collards are loving the cooler weather, and I’ve got some snap peas and a few garden peas from my late summer planting.

I’ve not picked any carrots from the garden, waiting for James to tell me he is ready to make carrot top pesto since the greens don’t last in the fridge. Well today is the day. And oh my goodness did there turn out to be a lot of carrots in the garden! 

I knew there were heaps of beautiful greens, but that doesn’t always translate to big carrots. In fact I’ve not had luck with growing anything but stumpy carrots not much thicker than a pencil. This made me decide to plant scarlet nantes carrots, which are generally shorter. I also had some leftover purple carrot seeds from last year. These are a longer carrot and last year I got one tiny one.

I’m not certain what was different this year. Maybe it’s because I sowed them in early May instead of late April. Maybe I was better at keeping the sprouts watered. I know I was definitely better at thinning them—thinned them twice and probably should have done a bit more. For the first time ever I got actual honest to goodness full-sized carrots! To be sure, the spots I didn’t thin quite enough had the usual small carrots, but overall they did so well I am giddy. As I pulled them out I hummed a happy tune.

Now James is in the kitchen making carrot-ginger soup and carrot top pesto. We’ll freeze the pesto and eat that later. The soup we will enjoy for dinner tomorrow night and as leftovers. I baked a multigrain sourdough loaf today that will go along with the soup quite nicely.

Soup season is here! Earlier in the week we had miso-tofu soup. Carrot-ginger soup this week. Next week it will probably be apple-sweet potato. Pretty soon we’ll be able to start digging up sunchokes and they will make it into all sorts of dishes, but especially soup.

I had been planning on talking about some fantastic books I’ve read recently, but my day is running out so I will give you some online reading instead.

If you think the law and legal writing is boring, y’all are in for a surprise. Legal briefs and court opinions can be extremely dull, but there are plenty that make for compelling reading. One of them that had been filed with the court but not yet published was obtained by the press and wowza! The case, American Association of University Professors, et. al. v. Marco Rubio, et. al., is about whether non-citizens lawfully in the United States have the same freedom of speech first amendment rights as U.S. citizens. The judge, D.J. Young, ruled yes they do.

That’s not the most remarkable part, however. Starting on page 147, yes, it’s a really long decision, with Judge Young’s conclusion and his argument for determining a remedy, things really get going. We leave behind all the technical legalities and launch into a scathing rebuke of Donald Trump and his administration. Winding down, he quotes Ronald Reagan in his inaugural address as the Governor of California in 1967 talking about how freedom is a fragile thing. And then Judge Young concludes:

I fear President Trump believes the American people are so divided that today they will not stand up, fight for, and defend our most precious constitutional values so long as they are lulled into thinking their own personal interests are not affected.

Is he correct?

Judge Young clearly has integrity and courage unlike Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas who quit teaching his class at George Washington Law because the Dobbs ruling overturning legal abortion generated some “unpleasantness” from his students. You can read a snarky take on it at Above the Law, “Justice That Said Abortion is Unconstitutional Fails to Carry Semester to Term.”

In the meantime, Trump hosted a round table to talk about Antifa, a nonexistent “terrorist” group. Apparently Antifa has infiltrated the entire country and wants to destroy the American people and their way of life, whatever that means. There is no such organization or network called Antifa. But apparently being anti-fascist is unAmerican these days.

We are going backwards in time to the McCarthy era, only instead of Communists, the government has it in for trans people (but have you noticed it’s only trans women? They never mention trans men) and anti-fascists and is allegedly even developing secret watchlists.

Groovy.

No doubt, in spite of Antifa’s nonexistence, there will be a great made up fantasy created and many people will fall for it. We will have people reporting on their neighbors before we know it. But it doesn’t have to be that way. The Conversation published a good article, “The science of defiance: A psychology researcher explains why people comply—and how to resist.”

Defiance, it turns out, is all about choosing to act in line with your values. It can be as simple as saying no when pressured to do otherwise. Complying stems from a very human behavior of not wanting the other person to think you don’t trust them and the discomfort you get if you say no. The article suggests we can build our defiance muscles and provides a framework for action for difficult situations. They conclude that defiance takes practice, that “each act of consent, compliance or defiance shapes not just your story but the stories of our societies.”

Have courage my friends! Take care of each other. And just say no.

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