Seattle’s vision of an urban food oasis is going forward. A seven-acre plot of land in the city’s Beacon Hill neighborhood will be planted with hundreds of different kinds of edibles: walnut and chestnut trees; blueberry and raspberry bushes; fruit trees, including apples and pears; exotics like pineapple, yuzu citrus, guava, persimmons, honeyberries, and lingonberries; herbs; and more. All will be available for public plucking to anyone who wanders into the city’s first food forest.
“This is totally innovative, and has never been done before in a public park,” Margarett Harrison, lead landscape architect for the Beacon Food Forest project, tells TakePart. Harrison is working on construction and permit drawings now and expects to break ground this summer.
The concept of a food forest certainly pushes the envelope on urban agriculture and is grounded in the concept of permaculture, which means it will be perennial and self-sustaining, like a forest is in the wild. Not only is this forest Seattle’s first large-scale permaculture project, but it’s also believed to be the first of its kind in the nation.
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Perfect. We have spent many afternoons dancing to this soundtrack with Chloe. But now that she is older and understands - and, more importantly, repeats - words we’ve shelved it for a while.
My friend Bill just sent this to me and I had to share:
Wanna see something funny….. (from my L.A. days)
I was going through a bunch of shit, preparing to move. And I found these cocktail napkins between the pages of a book. I knew that I’d saved them… but they were lost for many years.
Some friends and I were at this Pub in L.A., and occasionally familiar people would be in there. On this one eve Kiefer Sutherland was there (this was about 1993).
He was sitting next to one of my buddies at the “L” shaped bar. He was gettn’ smashed and buying shots of whiskey for all of us. I couldn’t really hear what they were saying, cuz it was kinda lively in there… but he and my friend were looking toward me and laughing.
Apparently my friend told him… “hey see that guy over there… his name is Bill Hinton… and he hates all of you young punk actors.” (I didn’t find out what was being said til much later).
Anyway, they kept laughing, and he was insisting on buying everyone drinks. And he signed these two cocktail napkins and the guys passed them over to me.
I got kinda wasted„, what was I gonna do..!… he was buying..!!
He seemed like a nice guy…but the only thing I really knew of him was that his father was Donald.
Today’s haul. Complete with free handcart and a lovely (huge) cut glass vase. The sweet, older gentleman saw me eyeing it, picked it up, handed it to me and said “I would like you to have this. This is my gift to you.”
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I live in Seattle and I'm actually a Pacific Northwest native. When I was growing up here, that was pretty rare.