Green Acres Permaculture Village is a small, retrofit, intergenerational intentional community in Bloomington, Indiana that integrates self-knowledge and expression with a shared culture among humans and the living Earth to encourage abundance on every level.

About GAPV

Green Acres Permaculture Village is a small, retrofit intergenerational intentional community carved from within an existing suburban neighborhood in a college town that offers itself as a template for transformation of suburban life. We seek to express our values from the inside out: beginning with the individual (know thyself) to the human and animal commons (communication, sharing and compassion), to our sacred communion with the living Earth, we encourage the expression of Nature’s abundance on every level: food for thought, food for people, food for planet.

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Join Our Community

Are you looking for community and interested in living more sustainably? Do you want to eat produce, wild edibles, and chicken eggs from right outside your door? Do you want a home with close-knit, supportive friends? Do you long for an environment that fosters your creativity and individuality?

Green Acres is looking for a new resident with an interest in permaculture and helping us to build a more self-sustaining ecovillage. While Green Acres has been established for several years, we are rounding the corner into a more intentional community.

Email us at greenacrespermaculture@gmail.com or talk to us at our community dinners!

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Community Dinners

Join us at Green Acres every Thursday evening at 7pm for dinner with friends and neighbors. The dinners are not potlucks, but giftings. However, you are welcome to bring food, drink or a donation, if that works for you. In any case, not necessary! Or maybe your guitar or banjo? In any case, come.

Plus, we have now introduced "offerings" after dinner on occasion. So far, these have included a Feldenkrais class, a talk about the astrology of Donald Trump and the U.S.A., a knife sharpening skills, and salsa dancing lessons.

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Cabbage Bonanza!

The above photo of the cabbage patch lining one of our hugelkulture beds was taken about two weeks ago.

Today, Daniel harvested the first one, and its a doozer!

 

I asked him how he worked with the issues we had with these cabbages. For the slugs, he said, he used diatomaceous earth. And for the cabbage caterpillars and moths, he used Bt. “What’s Bt”? I asked, and was alarmed when said it is an ingredient in Round-Up .  . . but, that it’s okay. I looked it up. He’s right.

“Bio-pesticide.” Good to know the word. And it sure worked. Notice the holes in the outer leaves? That was before Bt. Those little white winged creatures are flying about now, but all of our brassicas are in much better shape this year, thanks to the Bt.

And with so many big beautiful cabbages, we’re already planning to make something cabbagey for Thursday’s weekly Community Dinner. By the way, Indiana has now decided to allow people to work out of their own kitchens without inspection, if they’re producing (unrefrigerated) baked goods and/or ferments for sale. YES! Fermented cabbage, here we come. But we’ll have to get a tutorial from the other Daniel, the one who lived here for five years. He’s a total expert on the process.

So that’s the big reveal during this morning’s two-hour work party, on another extremely hot, humid day. Here are Joseph, watering, and Marita, weeding.

There are lots more photos of lots of happenings around here — including private Summer Solstice and New Moon events, more on the Gift Exchange table out front, the work party that got all the old wood off in neighbor Dave’s truck to the dump, plus Community Dinner photos — but I want to learn how to put them into collages, rather than one by one — and don’t have time right now. Grrrr . . .

 

 

GREEN ACRES VILLAGE: Nearing Summer Solstice, We Gather; We Exchange Energies

This year we decided to hold a small ceremony here on Solstice eve, rather than a big whingdig. Glad we did too, as there’s another party friends and a former podmate are holding from noon on about 30 minutes away — which includes bathing in a beautiful forest pond.

Thursday’s Community Dinner finally saw our numbers begin to climb towards “normal” — as if there’s anything “normal” during this period of extreme global turbulence — which surprised both podmate Annie and me, since we thought we might be the only two attending, given that no one else who lives in these three houses was either in town or available. So we laughed, while cleaning the back patio, at about 5:30 p.m. on yet another day of extreme humid heat which has driven just about everyone inside. 

Oh well! As Annie put it, “The two of us can enjoy your chicken and my potato salad.” Yep! 

But . . . we were wrong. Very wrong. To our delight! By the time 7 PM arrived, so did friends and neighbors begin to trickle in, to the point where, at 7:30, you’d never have known that a few hours earlier, we assumed we’d likely be alone.

You can’t see it, but I had turned on the sprinkler on the lawn, for those who needed to cool off. Several people did, including myself. 

Then, the next day, a timid knock at the door. Who’s that?

It’s sweet Ollie in a warrior teeshirt! With a beautiful sign!

“Would you like some lemonade?” 

“Sure!” I went to fetch a $5 bill, knowing it would blow him away.

Big grin . . . he ran down the steps.

Next . . .

Carisa, from across the street, arrived with the sign, both kids, and a tiny cone shaped vessel holding RHUBARB lemonade!

“Have you ever had rhubarb lemonade?” 

“No!” 

“YOU get free refills.”

She handed it to me. Delicious!

And then she proceeded to spell out the sign, reproduced here larger, and almost clear enough . . .

There are three “funds” she explained. The first is for a project that is dear to their hearts. And they decided SNAKE. (Is there a snake project nearby? I didn’t think to ask at the time). The second is for something they want to make. They decided LEGOS. And the third is for a larger project, and she decided on: RHINOCEROS. (I presume at a zoo?)

Ollie exclaimed: “I just love animals!”

Young Wyatt eagerly pointed to the legos, and chortled. I want legos! Carisa and I laughed. Nothing like teaching young ones to “share the wealth” early on, even though, like most adults, they can’t help but focus on the self-centered reward.

I pointed to the Sarkissians next door. “Go there, too! “And go offer some to Colin!” (Next door, the other side.)

“OKAY!”

Earlier that day I had taken a rare shot with both Tiger and Shadow, lounging, side by side.

Tiger is Ollie’s favorite. When Ollie is frustrated, instead of screaming, he runs outside to grab Tiger, and they roll around on the grass together. Tiger is Ollie’s “service animal.”

Others in the neighborhood also favor Tiger. In fact, some new people who moved in nearby the other day told me that they love Tiger! (He gets around.) “Yes,” I replied. He’s unfaithful!”

Yesterday, Shadow and I were taking a short evening walk when Mary and Abby, who live down the street, stopped their car and asked: “Do you have any extra kombucha bottles? You know, the kind that have a rubber top that pops off?”

“Probably. Dan probably left some there. Just check in my basement.” 

“Okay!” They zoomed off. 

I’ll end this little tale with two shots of flowers, first, Asiatic lilies —

— and something that podmate Joseph’s phone app identified as “loosestrife.” Never heard of it! And never seen it before either, until some bird brought it into the patio area. Likely medicinal in some way. Most plants are.

Just looked it up. No wonder it came in on its own. It’s officially an “invasive,” and spreads easily. Okay. We’ll watch it, and watch out!

On extreme left above is a plant that I can’t remember the name of right now, but often put its leaves in my salads. 

Green Acres Village, June 12, 2022: Plumbing Our Own and Nature’s Depths

I continue to be amazed at how many permaculturists — even permaculture teachers! — took the jab. Don’t they realize that their own body is an ecosystem? Do they pour Monsanto on their gardens to get rid of a pest? No. They introduce elements in their garden that will help it become more resilient to outside forces.

Let us, as permaculturists, recognize first personal permaculture, sensing our own body as a brilliant outgrowth of Mother Nature, with an immune system that, unless eroded or destroyed, protects us from outside forces. Dr. Zach Bush, M.D., known for his permacultural discussion of the human biome, is someone I have learned much from during the past two years. See this interview with Del Bigtree.

I wonder if the fact that the jabbed-or-not controversy is still simmering, but unremarked, in this town (half of us who live in Green Acres Village are jabbed, half not) has something to do with the fact that our Community Dinners started out so sparsely in April after a four month hiatus. On the other hand, several of last Thursday’s dinner participants went out of their way to tell me they very much enjoyed our conversation. As time goes on, we reach below the surface, more and more, eager to share, learn and enjoy stories from each others’ lives that teach us what is and is not real. 

At the Dinner a week ago, five women huddled in intimate conversation. This week twice as many, and all but two were men! Here’s the single photo I was able to get before my ipad ran out of energy. (Dan and Daniel, though present, are both missing from this photo.)

BTW: speaking of low numbers, Green Acres Permaculture Village now has three openings, to be filled by August 1. If you or anyone you know is interested, then if at all possible, start attending our community dinners so that we can get to know each other.

Here’s the message I put out five days ago on facebook. A number of people have signaled interest, and unfortunately, We’ve already had to say “not a good fit” to four of them. Interviews ongoing. 

Here are a few more current photos, of our “tiny paradise.”

 

Entrance to back patio where dinners are held, unless it rains.

 

Both slugs and cabbage moths are trying to get the cabbages. Beer in little cans for the slugs. Or banana peel. Diotomacious earth for the moths. This year, for the first time, the cabbages actually appear to be making heads!

 

Joseph strung up the peas during Friday’s work party.

 

Looking southwest from Overhill front porch. But then, turn around and . . .

 

. . . the 12-foot yurt for the back yard sits in its packing, awaiting the building of the platform.

 

Finally, though the following two posts don’t address the community aspects of our “tiny paradise” in the middle of a suburb — after all, our motto is, “growing community from the ground up”! — the “ground” part is very much up front and calling us to attention, given the rising costs of especially food and energy, which threaten to decimate our society. As transportation becomes more and more expensive, so will food have more and more to be sourced locally. All the horrors that threaten us now are necessary first steps to transforming our way of life on planet earth. 

The contrast could not be more glaring:

The Food Storage Solution in Your Own Backyard

Pouring Poison and Planting Seeds of Dependency: Big Agriculture Destroys Organic Farming

Plus, a meditation on the loss, and rekindling, of our original connection to the land. 

Where the Horses Sing

Caution, in reference to this beautiful, nostalgic, and yet invigorating essay:  I think we must be very cautious when we talk about “climate change,” given that it is one of the main issues being used to bring in the Great Reset and New World Order, both of which promise to clamp down both humans and the Earth herself into a transhumanist technocratic nightmare where the algorithm rules over all. 

As June begins, 2022: NEW MOON CEREMONY — and AXE WHACK!

CEREMONY

Thanks to podmate Joseph, Green Acres Permaculture Village now has a new tradition: to hold a sacred New Moon ceremony with each lunar cycle. The first one was last Tuesday evening, when several of us gathered with Joseph and three of his co-workers at the local co-op.

Joseph is taking this tradition seriously, ready to document it as the first of many. He’s dedicated a notebook to it, and calls himself “Chicory Joe.” Pay special attention to the wonderful wand he placed on the cover, which he made from a yellow dock root and a crystal. 

To welcome us for the occasion, he set up a table with treats —

and another with ceremonial objects, should any of us choose to bring one. I brought Tarot cards. Others brought crystals. Here he is fussing over that table’s arrangement (unfortunately, I forgot to take a photo) while the rest of us wait for the ceremony to begin.

The ceremony itself was short and sweet. He lit a fire, and then asked each of us to write down whatever we feel we need to let go of in order to usher in the New Moon cycle. Then, he asked us to go around the circle, and listen to each other say something about what we are letting go as we watch the slips of paper thrown into the fire.

Here we are, busy writing.

I was amazed at how quickly and sincerely everyone present got into the spirit of the ceremony, welcoming the new by letting go of the old. 

 

AXE WHACK!

Podmate Marita, who is basically in charge of compost these days, decided that during our Tuesday morning work party she would whack the old compost structure. If you recall, we’re moving it to the back of the third house. Here’s Dan, sitting on top of the new one.

The old one is being dismantled little by little, and Marita told me later she had great fun getting her aggression out, whacking with an ax. Here she is, heading in . . .

And here she is, having fun.

BTW: for Thursday’s Community Dinner, I brought the salad, featuring a variety of greens from the main garden.