Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Flow





Using the Vision Kit app, this is the other vision collage I created. Something simple, something just right. This is to remind myself to relax, to soothe myself with music, to take a pause, to act from a place of love, to connect with others, and to nourish myself. The statement is about accepting every moment as it comes, and to discover and work with my natural flow, my circadian rhythm.

What do you do to nourish yourself?

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Stir-Crazy Sunday

I was having one of those restless days. You know, the kind that sneak up on you - an unexpected day of no commitments, no one asking you to do anything, and there are no deadlines to meet.

My husband's parents have staying with us for the past few days. We were supposed to spend today, their last day, with them. Instead, they left bright and early to beat tomorrow's weather. It was a visit full of fun, and now here I am, with no one to host, and no plan B.

For someone like me, who gets busy busy busy, this can be dangerous. On top of it, I am getting over a bad cold that kept me wrapped in blankets on the couch for most of the day. It's a recipe for a melodramatic type of stir-crazy, and Husband sent me out the door by mid-afternoon. He couldn't take it! Lol, I can't say I blame him.

I headed to a coffee shop, and using my reusable coffee mug, I got myself a soy mocha. I snuggled into a cushy chair and opened up the iPad that was my graduate school gift to myself. I discovered the app "Vision Kit", and I took a couple hours to think about the direction of my life, and what I really wanted to focus on for the future. Honestly, I have been thinking about these things for some time. And, it's been coming together, as I begin to really find my voice, and to live life as I want to live it.

The Vision Kit app is simple. You create a statement, or affirmation, and then decide on a selection of images to surround the statement. You can use photos from your camera roll or the web. Despite my artistic inclinations, and my usual preference for tactile art, this simplicity was just what I needed.





Each image refers to an art form, creative doing, or subject matter that I love. Nothing more to explain, right? I may print this, and hang it above my desk. For inspiration.

I created a second one, that I will share with you tomorrow - it requires more explanation.

For now, I can say the exercise was helpful to overcome my cabin fever. I returned home and created a delicious dinner of tofu-shiitake ramen. I topped it with the kale I bought at the winter farmer's market. Then, I put out all the ingredients for tomorrow's bread baking, and for creating apple pie filling (which I plan to can for future use). I also thought about how I will create restorative downtime, and continue work on my manuscript.

How do you overcome the stir-crazies?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

A Blog Set with Intention

Before I begin this, let me tell you right now, that I live a wonderful life. I have a loving and fun husband, fabulous friends, a number of fulfilling interests, jobs that engage my creativity and expertise, and a supportive family. I didn't always have these things - I've had many painful experiences. They are nothing that I will divulge here in the interest of (a) further cultivating healthy relationships that have resolved old wounds, and (b) letting go of old frustrations and griefs.

The bottom line is, that though I have endured abuse, loss, and family tragedy, I am not experiencing any of those things right now. From time to time, I have tenacious anxiety issues, and my go-to coping mechanism is anger. I have hurt people close to me when I lash out or react in a passive aggressive manner. I feel that in my natural state that I am actually an open and loving person. I am quick to laugh, and I find joy in things both simple and elaborate. I would rather trust in the good of everyone. I imagine there are a lot of you out there, that are like me.

This blog began as a therapeutic tool to record the successes and celebrations in my life. It was a way for me to look back on all the vital, positive, and transformative experiences of my life. In time, I didn't need to do it so often. In time, it became a bit of a chore.

As I begin living a life steeped in values of my choosing, committing actions which fall in line with my values, and build an indomitable will against those things which would like to force me astray, I remind myself of how far I have come. As we live a life that is a result of both chance and choice, I can say that I have made some of the best choices in my life in these past few years.

This blog, henceforth, will be about living a joyful life with intention. I will plan my days, though I always allow for spontaneity. I will remind myself to experience each moment as life unfolds. I'll do my best to set goals and follow through on commitments. I'll record my experiences here.

So, what might this blog look like as I set this intention?

I might share a moment among friends, or a finished project (or...unfinished ones!), I will most likely share moments about my backyard poultry, and art, and love, and all things good. I might also share frustrations and sad moments. I don't need this blog to be a highlights reel, as much as I need it to be real. I don't expect to accomplish everything. I can't.

Though I would really like to. ;)

So, this is me, perfect in my imperfection, always a work-in-progress, and in each moment alone, a completed masterpiece. From my heart to yours.




Friday, November 29, 2013

I have been trying to decide the direction of this blog. A blog takes time and effort, as anyone who maintains such a thing knows. I try to remember photos to make it more interesting, but it's not always possible. I cook, craft, paint, keep small livestock, and garden. I write, too, but all these hobbies pepper my days and nights. On most days, I work, I do chores, and I socialize.

Keeping a blog can become a chore, instead of the celebratory pastime it was for me when I began. It is not so much a mental menagerie as it is an affirmation of living, and the curation of a life. My life.

So, maybe it's a menagerie of another scale.

Stay tuned. Or not. We shall see.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

First Egg

I have been lamenting the fact that I have seventeen chickens, several at "point of lay," and not a single layer!

Until now!




Thank you, Henrietta Torpedo!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Autumn has brought on a new kind of crazy obsession for me.




Not all of the product is seen here.

I don't know if it's because of my summer blitz of planning a wedding and mourning the loss of pets (on top of earning a livelihood and attending grad school full time), but barely anything got done around the house or around the garden. Then, fueled by CSA, farmer's market, and 4-H garden tomato surpluses, the water bath canner and the accompanying supplies came out of the basement and into the kitchen. I have spent many, many hours canning crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, six types of salsa, two types of ketchup, BBQ sauce, tomato jam, green tomato relish and salsa verde, and hot sauce.

Then there were peaches. More salsas, a mango peach habanero sauce, peaches in booze, and vanilla peach butter.

And, with tomatoes the 4-H garden isn't using this week, I made pizza sauce and ready made spaghetti sauce.

I took end of the season black plums and made Chinese plum sauce. Tomorrow I am making Harissa. I'm hoping to scrounge up more tomatoes soon, and make taco sauce.

And I feel vindicated, absolutely vindicated in all this, after recently reading "Salt, Sugar, and Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us" by Michael Moss. I want significantly less processed foods in our house, particularly condiments (these and in our ice cream is where you'll find the majority of the commercially processed crap in our house).

I even made massaman curry paste from scratch the other night and froze it to use in Thai Curry sauces. I'm a machine.

It was Husband's (still weird calling him that) birthday this past weekend, and I made a tangy beer mustard and soft pretzels for the party. Because screw store bought crap!

Admittedly, his cake was a box mix. (I am by no means perfect, people!) I'm sure by this time next year, I'll have created my own jars of ready-to-make mixes.

Now, back to my homework. After... I put this photo up of our newest family member, Snow White.




She's a three month old German angora bunny! And she's ready for a shearing!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Grind

I can't believe how long it has been since I last blogged. It's like I dropped off the face of the earth or something!

And honestly, it sort of felt like I did, for a while.

My new jobs are fabulous. I have a great team of people in CT 4-H, and we are putting together a really engaging, forward-thinking program on youth development and organic gardening. CT Audubon is awesome because it gives me opportunities to spend time in nature, to learn more about ecology, to identify flora and fauna, and have the opportunity to educate others.

School has been challenging and stressful, but at the same time, I have learned so much, made new friends, and found new inspiration in learning science and ecology. My last classes are this semester.

Meanwhile, Fiance and I have been planning a wedding. This can be anxiety-provoking, but it has had many fun moments. Come next Friday, it's all over!

We had a year in poultry to always remember. Raccoons killed 17 of our 18 chickens. Our five laying adult hens who were deeply loved, and 12 of our 13 five week old chicks. The remaining survivor, Marsala, wasn't quite the same after that. She eventually died, several weeks later, of unknown causes.

We were immediately gifted by friends and family with about 45 more chicks when the news was announced. It was such a blessing to know that we had so many people who cared and sympathized with us.

Then we had a coccidiosis outbreak, in which eight chicks succumbed to the disease.

We found homes for many, and kept our favorites. We also hatched 22 more chicks using an incubator. It was a magical experience to see them fight their way through the eggshell, and then flop around in wet, alien bodies until they finally dried out and fluffed up. These guys have homes to go to, too.

Ducks also joined our flock. Bourbon, Beignet, and Belle, have entertained us for hours, from playtime in the shower to antics in the backyard. Ducks have turned out to be a fantastic addition.

Then there's Scarlet, the satin angora rabbit. She's absolutely gorgeous, and she's kinder and tamer than the rascally Blackula and Wicket. Unfortunately, earlier this summer, Blackula died during the heat wave that hit. Wicket has received some special treatment since the loss of his brother.

As you can see, it's been a bit of a rollercoaster this summer. With new jobs, changing classes and papers, sick animals, raccoon raids, and wedding planning, I have not had the time nor energy to post.

I hope to post regularly again, soon.

I know you'll forgive me. ;)

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Big News!

In 7th and in 8th grade, Coxsackie-Athens middle school in Coxsackie NY invited a man named Dean to come in and do a presentation for students. He is, by far, my favorite presenter of all time. He's the only presenter who's name I can recall.

Dean captured my attention because he brought us animals. He had reptiles of every size, the madagascar cockroach (which he let me touch), birds of prey, and a bobcat. I learned that Dean allowed certain volunteers and interns at his facility to help out. Before I had the chance to get on this track, I discovered we were eventually moving to Connecticut.

I always thought the person who stood at the front of a class or an assembly and held a hawk on their arm was the coolest person in the room. "Hi, I have a MOTHER F-IN HAWK on my ARM." I never figured out how to become that person. Until now.

Before I get into that, let me share some other news.

I have not been happy at my current job. Public health is important, but my passion lies in ecology and environmental health (which I know to also be public health). I sent some feelers out for jobs along those lines, and got offered a position to expand a youth development program centered around gardening.

COUNT ME IN.

While the position pays well, it is not full time. So I also accepted the job of being a naturalist for a local nature center. Which means I do outdoor education with school groups, AND bring critters into classrooms to introduce to kids.

I AM SO SUPER PSYCHED.

Color me all the shades of grateful.

The funny thing is, while I am coming up with hawk deterrents out in the backyard to protect my chickens, I am also looking forward to working with these big, beautiful birds in an educational setting.

Life can really come together if you keep planting good seeds, even as challenges approach.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Sources for Heirloom Seeds

Heirloom seeds do not contain GMOs and can be successfully grown with organic fertilizers and compost. Here are a few places to choose from:

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Wild - a poem


In the empty lot - a place
not natural, but wild - among
the trash of human absence,
 
the slough and shamble
of the city's seasons, a few
old locusts bloom.
 
A few wood birds
fly and sing
in the new foliage
 
--warblers and tanagers, birds
wild as leaves; in a million
each one would be rare,
new to the eyes. A man
couldn't make a habit
of such color,
 
such flight and singing.
But they're the habit of this
wasted place. In them
 
the ground is wise. They are
its remembrance of what is.

-Wendell Berry

Monday, April 1, 2013

Grow Write Guild: Your First Plant

(This blog post is prompted by Gayla Trail's "Grow Write Guild", 
a creative writing club for people who love to garden. 
Check it out here if you'd like to know more.)

I can't recall what my very first plant was. My mother was a gardener, and in our small apartment on the US army base in Schweinfurt, Germany, she kept boxes of flowers on the balcony. I know that somewhere there is a photo of me on that balcony helping her plant. I can't be more than four or five. I'm wearing red corduroy overalls, my blond hair is in long pigtails, and a smile lights up my face as my little kid fingers poke into the soil.

Fast forward, and we're in the backyard of our little house in the suburbs of East Greenbush, NY. My mother has planted flowers with seed pods that explode when you squeeze them with your fingers. I'm nine, and my brother is three. The burst of yellow seeds from the green pod elicits giggles of surprise, much like when you wind a jack-in-the-box. You know it's coming, but you still jump when the box pops open, even if it's just your heart giving a little skip.

When I am eleven or twelve, my mother has given me a little partly shady spot to begin my own garden. We have moved to Coxsackie, NY, and our house is a light blue Victorian sitting atop ten acres of field and woodland. The garden sits on the north side of the house, and is already full of lush, green ferns. I add a bleeding heart, and a group of pansies. I loved pansies as a kid - their painted faces made me think of colorful cats. I also loved the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland. The pansies Alice meets among the flowers were my favorite with their feral faces and soft voices. (I still have dreams where I am dwarfed by plants, stalks of clover reaching the height of oaks.)

I weeded the pansy plot in the beginning, but as the summer stretched, I lost interest in the weeding and focused instead on our inhabitants on the farm. Our rabbits kindled and we raised the kits. The sheep and goats were moved from pasture to pasture. The chickens had to be fed. The dog needed attention. The cats needed love. I played Barbies with my cousins who had come to live with us. I caught garter snakes sunning themselves by the rusted water pump. I climbed the tallest pine tree to look over the field that had once been home to an orchard. I picked cherries from the cherry tree and grapes from the vines that had gone wild.

I entered one of my pretty little pansies into a 4-H fair, and got a red ribbon instead of a blue. The summer sun had hit that shady spot and warmed them up, and the weeds threatened to take over the pansy group. The pansy I entered was pale in the stem and limp in the leaves, but I thought the cornflower blue of the bloom was the most beautiful among them. I looked at the ribbon and decided the judges didn't see the world the way I did.

I have grown pansies only once since then. I prefer perennial blooms and vegetable patches. I planted the pansies last year to perk up the corner plot which faces the street. It was in an awkward stage where the green leaves of perennials were just beginning to unfurl from dead sticks and weathered mulch. My pansies were creamy yellow blooms among kelly green leaves. As the summer swelled, the blooms faded in the searing heat. The phlox, speedwell, and ornamental grasses stole the show. Still, I looked at the pansies and thought of flowers a hundred feet tall, blue ribbons waving in the wind.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Visiting Kentucky

Fiance's parents live in southeast rural Kentucky now. It's a big change from the metropolitan area they left, but it's on his mother's childhood homestead.


This is the view from their front window (sorry about the screen, I am writing in iPhone mode and am using iPhone pics for now). The snow blanketed everything on the first day - gorgeous and ephemeral.

We brought them three of our hens. We love these girls, but we know they'll have a good him here, and we need room for the new ones coming this year.


They didn't seem to mind the fourteen hour car ride too much, but they did stage a breakout of their box from time to time.





Malai loves car rides and laps, so this was heaven for her.

The hens laid two eggs in the box on the way down, and a third egg once we arrived. Productive girls!


We checked out the local feed store to see if they had any prefabricated coops for sale, and I discovered seeds come in huge bags for cheap prices!!




The only problem is that you have to be careful of which kind are genetically modified. But I did pick up a bunch of peas, peanuts, onions, and rapini.

We celebrated Passover with Fiance's parents, and his uncle and grandmother who live on the homestead. Malai took to Grandma Hazel immediately!


There was matzoh brei the next morning for breakfast - egg made with matzoh and sugar. Next time, I'll take mine without the sugar!


While there a thousand and one Walmarts and fast food places and dollar stores in these rural counties (bleh), we were starved for coffee shops.


When we saw this in a town 45 minutes from his parents' house, much excitement ensued. We're happily/sadly addicted.

There's a lot of poverty and crime in the area of the homestead. Fiance's grandmother owns 400 acres of farm and woodland. Trailer parks border all around the edges, several decorated with confederate flags. It's a different sort of life, here. Very different from our coastal CT lifestyle. But I enjoyed driving around looking at everything and observing people.

I especially enjoyed the miles and miles of rolling hills.


One day, we drove to Mammoth Cave National Park.








That is a Kentucky cave cricket. We also saw a bat!

Overall, it was a scenic and southern experience, mixed with a Jewish holiday and a national park.

I have some wonderful friends watching over my plants and animals at home, and this morning one of them sent me this photo:


These are my crocus babies I planted last fall. What a welcome sight! We'll be home to see them tomorrow. Can't wait!

Happy Spring!

Saturday, March 23, 2013

For the Nephew

Fiance's sister is having her second baby boy in two or three weeks.


I made this hat using the Bulky Baby Hat pattern, and then appliqued the chick.


Here it is with the Done in a Jiffy baby blanket I whipped up for the new arrival. While the hat was simple to make, I did have to unravel the first hat I made as it was too big. The recommended size crochet hook in the pattern contributed to the size, so I went a full mm down in crochet hooks. This hat is perfect for a newborn.



The blanket was a really simple pattern, but the yarn I used, Lion Brand's "Baby's First Yarn" (in honeybee, which is NOT showing its real color here - it's a warm and buttery yellow), has a tendency to fray. I'm going to go over the frays with Alene's, but I'll test it in the washing machine before I give it to mom.


And here's the stitch up close - I think it's really lovely.


So, that's one for the nephew, and one for the niece! The next blanket coming up is for a cousin's baby. So many babies this year!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Feed Store Fluffies


At the feed store this past weekend, there was the most adorable sight!


Ducklings!! I begged Fiance to let me take home two of them - but a sign there said it was a minimum of 6 to purchase. I couldn't take 6. Even I know that. :(



There were also chicks!! And I can't wait to get our fluffy butts in the first week of May!


I spent a good five minutes leaning on the fence they've erected around these tubs of cuteness, watching them longingly. But ours will come soon enough!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Starting Seeds and Transferring Seedlings

I've started thirty tomato varieties, twenty something pepper varieties, two tomatillo varieties, and several cole crops. Some of the tomatoes, peppers, and cole crops have grown a second set of true leaves and are ready for transplanting.




Sometimes people get confused by the term "true leaves". When seeds germinate, the two green leaves that unfurl directly from the seed are called cotyledons. The next set of leaves to grow will be more distinctive to that species of plant, and are the first set of "true leaves." This year, I have decided to transplant my seedlings from the tiny cell trays to 4" peat pots once they have developed a second set of true leaves. The second set often indicates a healthily developing root system, and though many people prefer to wait until the plant is root bound, I prefer to not have to harm the roots during transplant.







The brandywine tomato seedling is already becoming rootbound. The orange bell pepper seedling was just starting to grow the second set of true leaves, and already has a good root system.



At this point, Quadrapus is all sorts of curious about what I'm doing. And, she's not crouching in the photo. She's really that high...or low. She's a munchkin breed, which have genetically short legs.




I'm not sure she approves of the peat pots. I fill the 4" peat pot with more sterile seedling mix, but I add a spoonful of compost from the pile in the backyard. I poke a hole in the middle of the dirt for the waiting seedling.




Q is all like, "Mmmmmm, dirt..."

I use a spoon to pop the seedling from the tray, letting the dirt stay with the seedling's roots. At this point, I have thinned out any competing seedlings to ensure the healthy growth of a single plant. (I pinch the less robust seedlings with my nails below the cotyledons.) Some people like to tease out seedlings from each other and pot all the plants. I prefer not to damage any root systems that can be especially sensitive at this time of growth, and I get enough plants. But, it's up to you.




Quadrapus thinks I should plant this pepper next.

With tomato plants (and with tomatillos), you can place them into the soil all the way up to the bottom leaves. Roots will form all along the stem below the surface.
With other plants, place in the soil above the crown of the roots.




Once all the seedlings have been planted, I water using a weak organic fertilizer solution. I place them back beneath the grow lights, and in another week, they'll wow me with size and luster.

The leftover seed cells I will use for more planting. I often don't even sterilize them (I know, blasphemous!). I fill them with a sterile seed mix, plant my seeds according to package directions, and place them beneath the grow light.




I keep the soil moist at all times, and I find that beneath the warm glow of T5 HO bulbs, I don't have a problem with damping off fungus killing the little guys.

Here are some more photos of Quadrapus "helping". Apologies for the blurriness.












Happy Planting!