Author: Lindsay Vermillion

Food & Stuff

I’ve been up cooking and canning beet horseradish (Ćwikła in Polish) for tomorrow’s farmers market. I find it surreal sometimes to be selling our “product”. Cooking is my craft and where I’m most in my element. Braising, canning, baking, mixing, shucking, stirring, basting, flipping, folding, frying, mincing –you get the picture– is part of my day-to-day thing… But it is so weird/cool/exciting/nerve-wracking/awesomely odd to be cooking up and serving something that you made by hand…from scratch. I’m proud of the work we do, as we try to be as local as possible, supporting little farm to market co-ops and some awesome farms around Texas. It’s nice to be small-scale, so that we’re actually able to do that. That being said, it is quite a lot of work (of course) and I probably won’t get to bed until around midnight tonight, and then it’ll be up and at ’em around 4 am tomorrow to pack up and head out to the market to sell some handmade Polish dumplings to a crowd of hungry people. I’d like …

Just a Description….

Coocoo of the mourning dove Rivals that of the rooster Cicadas chime in Maraca solo Balmy skin sticks To stagnant sheets Vagabond sheep Gnaw on false-sage brush Dismissive of the dogpear Broached to their coats Ocotillo spirals Thick, blooming buds, so red they almost Burn. Breeze sweeps through Wire fences as though Releasing this endless Summer

A Rant About Time

It would be an understatement if I said I haven’t been in a slump for, well, months actually. Sometimes I think I try to do too much all at once. I like to think that I can somehow manage to have three jobs and still be mentally “ok”, but let’s face it, running on auto-pilot simply isn’t living and I’m not sure how much longer I can survive if I keep this speed. The kicker is, I always feel guilty if I’m not doing two things at once, if my teeny apartment isn’t immaculate (and it hasn’t been for a while now), or if I take too much “me” time. Time is the thing I covet most in my life right now. Time to read. Time to write. Time to think, and digest, and develop as a person. The scary thing is, I don’t really see myself having “time” at all in the next few months. I’ve been dedicated to starting a business and finishing school, and on top of my regular job that doesn’t …

Ebb & Flow

I slink out into passageway of peace, clarity strokes my eyes before they open to greet the day, to feel the breeze on my cheeks. It’s that time of combined yellow/ blue light that the coo-coo doves and wrens beckon into morning. Trees dance along to whooping melodies, little girls freckled from the sun chase the cat through the sprinklers like little tyrant knights…. this is summertime. Still, I remain. Sitting outside in the gentle, humid Texas morning looking at my skin. One body, one mind, one being. Is it enough to live one life?  25 years into it and all I feel is the bitterness grind into dust and blow away like the flame in birthday wishes. Today I have made a promise to myself (and oh how I hope not to break it) to indulge in every waking moment in this busy, little, fragile life of mine. I haven’t been “home” physically or mentally for a while now, but am slowly regaining my grounds, squeezing a waking breath into that fictitious fable we …

The Lark & Her Young Ones

Snuck up upon this bird’s nest the other day and felt it too sweet not to share… and also because I felt like starting today with one of my favorite fables.  The Lark & Her Young Ones A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. As the days passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young birds, too, grew in strength. Then one day, when the ripe golden grain waved in the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field. “This wheat is now ready for reaping,” said the Farmer. “We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it.” The young Larks in their nest close by were much frightened, for they knew they would be in great danger if they did not leave the nest before the reapers came. When the Mother Lark returned with food for them, they told her what they had heard. “Do not be frightened, children,” said the Mother Lark. “If the Farmer said he would call in his neighbors …

Daily Business of Living

 “The life of a poet oscillates between ecstasy and agony, and what mitigates those extremes is the necessary daily business of living.” Louise Glück, from “Internal Taperstries,” by William Giraldi, Poets and Writers (vol. 42, no. 5, September/October 2014)   This is always how it goes,  I write: “I haven’t had time to write.” But there is something I never really realized…. inspiration takes time. It takes hours, days, maybe weeks of meditation to quiet the mind, to actually think thoughts that don’t involve task-oriented motions. Time is something I haven’t had a lot of lately, I feel like a top spinning straight into the ground…. By week, I am in an archaeology intern out in west Texas working on a rather amazing project, and by the weekend, I gather my things (dirt still on my face) and drive back to Austin to make and sell WR & my handmade Pierogi (Polish style dumplings) at the farmers markets here. It’s been quite hectic, but manageable and now I have a week back in Austin. I’ve …

The Best Place to Cure What Ails You

Oh, I have so many things to tell you… Dreams are slowly coming into realization this 2016.   I had become so encumbered by negativity, it was hard to keep my head up or my eyes dry. I’ve been dealing with some “personal issues” since about 2009, and, unfortunately, there does not look to be much light at the end of that tunnel. I won’t talk much about this because there has been so much light elsewhere. 2016 has already given me so much opportunity and has opened her arms to me in kindred creativity. I have been working at a tea place here in Austin, with an absolutely amazing crew of co-workers (a rarity for the restaurant industry…at least from my experience) but yesterday was my last day. Now I am  making way for more exciting endeavors this spring. First off, I will be back out in  the Lower Pecos Canyon Lands later this month working as an archaeology intern and I just can’t wait to get back out there. I will also be taking …