I have been here on the Milewide Ranch for some weeks now and my other day life is far far away. Fortunately.

Is there a more creepy conception in life, than having the same routine every day?

I can`t imagine one. For sure, some people like it. Fair enough. And its granted to them. But I`m pretty happy to not know exactly what I´m gonna do tomorrow. or the day after, or the day after, or the next week… Thank you, current of future flowing towards me, to not let me know.


We`re harvesting the fruits of our work already.The chard and the leeks from the garden are doing so good in our evening dishes.

The maples are growing quick and creating this red shadow on the forest ground. I guess one day I need to spend a night underneath them…wake up in a red morning shimmer? Uh yea!

The empty spaces in the olive orchard are now filled by the new, freshly planted, young olive trees.

It is great just having this great experience seeing the results of our actions, growth fostered by your own two hands.


If I want to compare american issues with german issues (sometimes iIlike to do it.) I can see a freaky difference in terms of the natural environment. I mean, at least when you have a look on how young the civilisation of Califonia is compared with the thousands and thousands of years of history in europe, you can tell how untainted and archaic the nature here is in fact.


There is a special difference in terms of the colour `green`. Through a deeper examination of colours in the last years, I can say: there are more diverse `greens`here than in other forests. Might be the manifold amount of different plants and trees or might be a different angle of light. Might be my personal connection with my surroundings. Whatever is the scientific reason, its how I feel.


I found this dark clay around here. I`ve been to the creek and packed my backpack full of this stuff and carried it up to the barn. I spend some hours every now and then on the throwing table to give the clay some shape. Its my meditation.


It feels like this Californian countryside is one of these places where earth is still a bit more alive.

I see trees which are broken and branches which seems to be dead. But when you get closer you can see they are still alive. A loose part of a tree, now growing out of the ground again, and making its hard way through.


On Top

All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.

A mind like compost.

(Gary Snyder)