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Fresh Exchange Bringing you back to nature through the garden. Midwest and Michigan Gardening Inspiration. A modern homestead life bringing the garden to the kitchen.

Eating Locally and Seasonally. Zone 6a. đź“ŤLeelanau County, MI and written by Megan Gilger and Mike Gilger. www.freshexchange.com

Friends, I will be showing up here less this year, but I won’t be not creating or doing my writing about seasons and nat...
01/06/2025

Friends, I will be showing up here less this year, but I won’t be not creating or doing my writing about seasons and nature. I just am only doing it in one place for a while.

This year I have a lot to focus on and pursue and on my assessment this space though it drives connection and new work, it also takes a lot too. So I am planning to focus my creative energy and writing on my substack where o send a weekly newsletter. I’d love for you to sign up if you would like to continue staying connected. It would be nice to hear from you and share seasonal thoughts together.

This year holds so many beautiful things like finishing my design certificate from Cornell and doing some amazing projects while being a parent and friend. There are other things floating around too that I will pop into share about throughout the year here and there, but regularly sharing and posting won’t be a priority this year for me.

In my years of using this space it has brought amazing connections, has allowed me pursue my dreams but I feel it has given me wings enough to fly away as needed and that time feels right.

I send my weekly newsletter every Friday and also for paid subscribers they receive a weekly newsletter about biomimcry as well as get a seasonal guide to enjoy the season we are in. I hope you come hang out there and it helps you like me find more contentment and presence in the good that is our life rather than being constantly sold something whatever it may be.

And if you are a friend and you have my number, shoot me a text. I love chatting and skiing and beach days. Don’t be a stranger. ✌🏼

Film scans came back from Italy and when we sent the film in for scanning, we realized some old rolls were mixed in. In ...
12/27/2024

Film scans came back from Italy and when we sent the film in for scanning, we realized some old rolls were mixed in. In them were photos from when we were 28. A whole decade ago. What I saw the difference between these dreamlike and warm images from Italy in October and the others from our life pre kids, I saw a different version of myself. I saw a 28 year old longing, uncomfortable, trying to find her way. Holding these warm images from a dreamy trip in Italy i saw a woman who is content, happy with who she is, confident, and strong. Maybe a little tired from traveling with kids and caretaking in another country, but I didn’t desire to be my 28 year old self even a tiny bit. It’s taken immense work to progress to now and when I reflect on this year, I am full of gratitude of the contrast between these two decades of self growth and development.

This trip to Italy was a turning point and a key part of our year as well. Holding these images feels precious and the challenges of the trip were outweighed by what they gave us. During these few weeks in Italy in Tuscany and Rome, I felt myself settle into myself in new ways. I found an ownership of passions and dreams I kept hidden out of fear I couldn’t. I don’t know why this trip did that but it did somewhere on the winding roads and volcanic soils. I came home thankful for the land we tend and the community we have and ready more than ever to just dig deeper here. I found confidence in my words and self I was afraid at one point this year I had lost. The year tried me, showed me my limits and most of all my strengths. I learned how to care for myself, set boundaries, and what it is to grieve. I feel more capable after this year and I feel these film scans of this trip show the family that 2024 shaped us all into. It’s a shape I feel really proud and thankful for.

Ps. Get some film and take real photos friends. These were the best gift to receive after our trip!

I don’t know what 2025 holds but I am glad to be taking this version of me on the ride ahead. The one who knows herself and isn’t scared to keep unraveling myself a little more. Knowing the deeper I go the more beauty I find in the world and self.

I always have endless thoughts about this season as a parent and woman and our culture of consumerism and wanting to bur...
12/20/2024

I always have endless thoughts about this season as a parent and woman and our culture of consumerism and wanting to burn the system down and how the parts of me battle about conforming and not. I think it’s part of the tension of this time of year and I may some day have a way to say what battles in me, but what I always come to is a moment where these little humans show me the magic isn’t about anything but the purest and simplest things like the Christmas songs, snow, being with each other, crafting, making presents together, playing in the snow, having a special dessert we make. It isn’t about the presents really. It isn’t about the perfect tree or whether the needles are all over the floor or not. Those things are the things the world here or in our culture show us is what is expected to make this a special time.

Instead, what they remember is the lights and the snow and the stories and cozy nights watching a movie. That will be the thing. Or the town coming together to sing and light a tree. A few presents will have memories tied to them, but I am beginning to find joy in the undone parts full of imperfect and unidealized refinement. I find that to be what tells the story of this season most. I find the mishaps and the forgotten piece is the thing that we will laugh and connect around and not how picture perfect it all was (sorry Martha).

I plan to slip away for a while after solstice comes and take time to assess my existence on social media. I will write on my substack and look to that as my place to dig into this next year the most as it feels healthy and it’s wonderful to not be sold anything. If anything I feel at the end of this year it is that I am content in the deepest sense and anything that makes me feel otherwise is being reassessed. So I hope you too Enjoy the undone beauty of this season without any one to prove it’s anything but that to especially yourself. Life is as beautiful and magical as you choose to see it as.

Some pictures that write words. Cheers to December’s best start in a while. May winter be this strong till April. 🙏🏼
12/07/2024

Some pictures that write words. Cheers to December’s best start in a while. May winter be this strong till April. 🙏🏼

The planting of the garlic is the end of the season. A sign that we have passed through the harvest and now set our inte...
11/26/2024

The planting of the garlic is the end of the season. A sign that we have passed through the harvest and now set our intentions on the next. We plant garlic with the parts of the year that we do not plan to carry on into the next year. We place them in the soil mentally with each open hole we dig and close hoping that by dropping them beneath the soil that they create space for the growth to come, that in some way they degrade like the leaves we leave on the soil to feed the future we dream of.

128 holes were dug and in them 128 things were mentally left behind with each one. Each time a change to lighten the weight and reflect on what must move with me and what no longer can.

Every time I plant the garlic. I wait till the very moment that winters cold is becoming permanent. This year it came late but then suddenly. I always say my body must be frozen by the time I am done. This time it was extremely true. The damp, cold wind whipped at my body and my legs and hands went numb, my nose ran. I always want it to bring me to my edge of comfort so I don’t long to continue the work after the bulbs all go in. I want it to always feel like it is time to rest.

I watch the earth more than ever now to tell me when bc my old notes never are true anymore as the earth shifts and changes. I have to trust the timing and keep my senses keen to when the time is right.

Now, we rest. We let the darkness tuck us away and the snow to pile up. We shift our attention from out to in. We now sit by the fire and watch the flame dance and we dream about all we can still do to continue growing, pushing to a better world, and how to do it within the soil we have been planted.

I have always been enamoured by color. As a child my crayons were my favorite thing to organize and play with on paper a...
11/19/2024

I have always been enamoured by color. As a child my crayons were my favorite thing to organize and play with on paper and off. They were loved and I enjoyed their names as I learned to read. As I grew color became fascinating in new ways. It began to make me feel things that didn’t have words. I noticed the subtle differences of the tree colors in the seasons and I loved mixing paints to find new shades. How a color can be both cool and red still blows me away. How the subtlest addition of one color can change it all.

As an adult I track the colors in our landscape here but also when we travel. The way the light changes the tone or hue throughout the day for instance is mesmerizing.

Yet, what grabs my attention is watching the colors change over the seasons in the same place. How these hills and land can shift as the sun moves north to south and east to west throughout the year. How the snow can change the way the light reflects in the trees. How the cool northern light somehow makes things warm and golden. The way parts of the hills are highlighted in various times of the year. It all speaks to me. I pay attention all day now that I am home more with work shifting into the slower and colder days.

I think the practice of observing our landscape around us whether in a city or wild places is vital to bringing a sense of grounding to place and attention outside of the chaos the world can tend to make us feel. I plan to pursue this practice further this winter in ways I haven’t had the time for. Color observation feels like a great way to draw closer to the seasons this coming year.

I began a new series on my newsletter this season. I hope for it to continue for a long time as it scratches my itch of ...
11/14/2024

I began a new series on my newsletter this season. I hope for it to continue for a long time as it scratches my itch of paying deep and close connection between nature and what it has to offer us in terms of wisdom and instruction on being a living being on this home we call earth.

Garlic is the 2nd of the plants in this series because it is the time when it is being put into the ground. It is one of my favorite plants to grow in my garden. I love alliums in general but garlic has always spoken deeply to me in particular.

In the series today which is a paid subscriber piece, I discuss the lessons it gives from one season to another about living, letting go, producing more than needed to prosper, working with others, and most of all how what we no longer need can be what feeds our future self. It is a beautiful little read and my favorite part of this series is hearing from others about what they see in the wisdom of a member of the greater ecosystem web.

What I know from garlic is that planting anything in the cold knowing we are entering a darker time of the year is an act of hope and if growing garlic has offered me anything it is the continued practice on how to hope. I am holding that wisdom closely knowing when I meet the green peaks life will no doubt look different because life is only a continual process of accepting change for better or worse.

If like me you need to listen more to the soil under you to find stability this new series may feel like a good place to turn. As the term biomimicry suggests, all wisdom and truth exists in nature, it just takes a willingness to listen, observe, and magnify the words that for many feel silent because we have lost touch with our ability to listen. I am on that journey to dig in more and more and this is how I plan to help you do the same.

So let’s begin, what is something you have noted about garlic about what it can it teach us?!

Something about that September light…..
09/29/2024

Something about that September light…..

The shifting of the landscape feels dramatic this year. The lack of rain. The heat. It feels so quick for some reason an...
09/20/2024

The shifting of the landscape feels dramatic this year. The lack of rain. The heat. It feels so quick for some reason and all I am wanting is to sit and watch it in its fading while hunting for the truths this land around me speaks about living in this wild place we call home.

I don’t let the crisped fields slip through my mind as if they have nothing to give, if anything they have plenty! Plenty to teach me about how to endure when things get sparse or what it is to age with grace and gratitude, storing the last of it all in the soil around me so behind me there may be something abundant once again.

I find these final days of summer so utterly sad, magical, and hopeful in some odd concoction. I always want to hold them. The precious in between suspending between every ending, remembering what it took to grow it all, and at the same time longing for the next season’s gifts. What I find is that the more time I spend working with the land around this area of the world, the more peace I have with the passing of time and all the complexity that comes with it. I also find that it is all far simpler than we believe it to be.

So I am out here, wandering the woods, fields, and shoreline in my spare time feeling utter gratitude for just being alive and feeling the electricity that comes from the endings in our region. Thankful for all it has given despite how we are still learning how to be good stewards of it all.

There were days I held these sort of dinners to a level of insane perfectionism. Cameras setup around. A production of s...
09/04/2024

There were days I held these sort of dinners to a level of insane perfectionism. Cameras setup around. A production of sorts. My life feeling oddly similar in so many ways. A world of creating the moment. The perfect appearance.

I stopped that just before having my 2nd. I let go of the world of ideal photo shoots. The manicured experience of living. In truth it fed a part of me I proceeded to unravel in therapy for the last few years as a recovering influencer undergoing evolution. A part of me who controlled things in order to keep things safe and unfelt where I needed the healing in myself the most.

Now, almost 5 years later, I’ve changed. My cells feel different than the ones who use to control the angle of the camera and the scene I let it see. I am not that person anymore. She is resting and content and prefers it this way. Instead, I learned that real life is where the beauty lies. In the lack of control and the unexpected parts of life we embrace as they arrive to us. I instead learned life is best messy, overflowing, imperfect, loud and a bit wild. I learned it by working with the land, digging deeper into healing myself, and clearing away things that I didn’t want on this ride of life anymore.

It feels good to breathe deeper and be in these moments like this one this weekend, laughing, not looking for the photo angle, and just absorbing the present. Lacking a care for anything being ready for a camera anymore. Letting the laugh creases and wrinkles be signs of becoming the best version of myself.

Closing out this summer with a dinner with this crew of humans was amazing because these are some amazing salt of the earth, value the purest forms of good things sort of humans and I am glad we are dreaming big about things that look to those pure things in life as the guides. It’s something 5 years ago I couldn’t have been capable of, but now I feel very ready for it all to unfold as my hairs gain grays and more laugh lines form from nights like this one.

In the final weeks of august I desire for my home to be filled with the scents of the garden. The floral of tulsi and th...
08/25/2024

In the final weeks of august I desire for my home to be filled with the scents of the garden. The floral of tulsi and the brightness of tomatoes to dance side by side as they overtake the shelves of my kitchen. To sense that the earth itself is engulfing my every sense of existence. To feel the passionate longing of the desire for the sweetest melon to be an afternoon’s whole plan. To feel the warmth of the freshly picked tomato upon my face as I bite in to it and the red juice slides down my skin. To wake to the full moon over the fading hills in all their ripeness. To feel the depth of longing to have my bare toes covered in soil even now after all these weeks together just like this, still not finding it has been enough.

August is a story of love, longing, passion, and savoring. Like being with a lover we know our time together narrows with each day. Soaking it in with every ounce we can because we will never meet in the same state of self again.

This summer hasn’t been as closely tied to the garden. It’s pretty wild out there right now. There are a few reasons for...
08/09/2024

This summer hasn’t been as closely tied to the garden. It’s pretty wild out there right now. There are a few reasons for this, but one of them is things are just full in other places. Full in great and beautiful ways and there was a time from 2019-2023 where this garden was part of the fullness. I needed it as a place to sink in, be present, and relocate myself while being a mom to tiny kids. I like being busy and having projects and this gave them to me while I was that version of me and also evolving my career.

A wise woman once told me while I was pregnant for my 2nd and my 1st on my hip, she said “don’t let your passions or career fade in this chapter. Hold them loosely and lightly just enough to tread water. So that when they grow and your next chapter opens, you will know exactly what you want to be and what you want to chase next while they begin to do the same separately from you.” For me that was this garden. It let me evolve, reshape, hold space for myself that being a full on mom and caretaker at that time easily could have clouded. Now, they are stepping away from me, finding their own rhythms and ways further from me as every year passes. I don’t know what that means for this space yet but it feels amazing that it grew into something incredible in that time, my kids love it, we all enjoy it, but it isn’t what it once was but neither am I.

The thing about nature and the places we cultivate is that they have a tendency to shape in new ways with us too. Sometimes it isn’t always clear right away, but it does become so with time. The amazing thing is no matter what it continues to give and our work we once put in continues to grow new things, which is true in life and the garden. That’s something I am learning spending time here, still gathering lush bouquets from a garden I haven’t weeded very well, but once did in order to feel a sense of purpose in ways I was afraid I might lose.

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