I pick the slugs from my beloved yarrow.
I notice the other things that they are eating — the radish leaves, the Persian mint, the sorrel. I don’t want to kill them but I don’t want to watch my plants be decimated, either.
I am in conflict because I believe that slugs are virtuous and tell me something about the health and happiness of my plants.
So that is why I won’t kill them with environmentally safe chemicals or put out saucers of beer for them to drown in. Instead, I put protective rings of eggshells around the plants that seem to need it the most.
And that is why I begin to feel what it is like to be myself, the yarrow and the slug; in process and in progress.
3 April 2012
chicken leg confit with pickled beets
spinach, carrots and barley with hot pepper and green garlic