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January 2, 2019 - A Sliding Seat for the 'Challenge Rowboat'
With the help of a friend with a pickup we hauled all of the
wood for the boat project down to the shop. The last half
mile from the end of the county road was in a trailer pulled
by our venerable old 4WD (hand-brake only, starts when it
wants to) Tracker.
Happy Longer Days!! Fond Farewell to 2018 - Anticipating 2019
We hope you all have wonderful things to discover and enjoy in the coming year. As we're pretty well settled into winter, in spite of very little snow right now, it's a good time to look ahead and imagine all the good things coming in the days ahead. We look forward to making it a very good year and wish the same for you.
I was in the garden/orchard last week taking a photo (above left) when I was surprised by a quick movement. Our resident forward-guard chickadee flew over, probably to see if I had anything edible in hand. Another quick move and he was about 6" away, apparently needing a closer look. Maybe he felt that was a little too close because he quickly shot behind me to land in a small seedling nearby. His message was pretty clear. He didn't know what I was doing but he knew I hadn't put anything new or interesting in the compost bin, and no pieces of bread crusts on the top, and would appreciate it if I did so. We don't feed the birds but they do pretty well gleaning what they want from the compost. Whenever I walk into the garden there is usually a chickadee call announcing my arrival, and often one or two of these long-time friends come to check things out. They have to share the scraps with the squirrel but probably don't mind that she spreads special tidbits out and around for easier access. I call it my garden and orchard, but they know quite well sho really owns the territory. I like to think we share it.
December 18, 2018 - A New Boat Design
Last August I predicted that this winter the boat shop would be busy
with building a small cabin on our Skin-on-frame 18' dory but the plans
have changed. For many years I have celebrated my birthday by riding my
age (in miles) - last year, 74 miles, on one
of my recumbent bikes. Although
I have enjoyed the rides and all the 'training' rides getting into shape
for the 'big ride', I have lately begun to feel that perhaps I should
find a way to celebrate that doesn't involve riding so many miles in
Thinking Green - December 3, 2018
It's been a particularly cloudy November heading into December. Though colder than usual the lack of sun isn't unusual for this time of year. We get rather excited and instantly cheerful when the rare sun does show, as it did for a good ten minutes today! Not only for spirits but also for that fully appreciated solar boost to our batteries. We take the days, and weather, as it comes without complaint; happy to have some sun, happy to have some snow (even if it's only about 4" thus far), happy to be living here. I like winter. But when I came across this photo from a beautiful August day this summer I found myself gazing at it overlong, melting into the feeling of that green warmth. Steve was, of course, warmer than I was that day as he was doing the work while I stood back and appreciated what he was doing. Mostly the garden and orchard are my domain but he gets involved for special projects, like this one.
Several years ago I decided there had to be an easier way to keep the surrounding vegetation out of thegarden beds. We'd tried many things over the years - mulch, carpeting, tilling, hoeing - all OK but too temporary and not particularly satisfying. I wondered about concrete pavers. We checked what was available in the simple and inexpensive line and decided to try it. Steve agreed to the job (much neater than if I'd have done it) and did the west, east and half the south borders of the 50' x 70' garden last year. It worked well and I liked it. For sure some grass roots do find their way under but not many. I was a bit afraid it might look too formal for my very 'down to earth' garden/orchard but it would take more than a neat line of pavers to make this area formal. They fit in surprisingly well. Most important, I no longer feel like I'm fighting vegetation. My garden is a wonderfully peaceful area full of joy. I like it that way and the pavers are helping.
This year Steve did the north border. Almost complete! He couldn't finish the south border because the squash was growing there and vigorously spreading out onto the surrounding vegetation, both in and out of the garden. It was a great year for the squash! It loved the long hot summer and made the most of it. Next year Steve will have to get the remaining pavers in before it starts growing.
Industrious Squirrels Help in the Orchard - November 25, 2018
Our large "chokepear" is beautiful in bloom and prolific in fruit. Unfortunately for us the fruit is small (pingpong ball size) and very astringent. We call it a chokepear but it is simply a common pear seedling that was used for rootstock for a Bartlett pear we planted almost 40 yrs ago. The tree died the first or second winter and the rootstock grew up from the roots to be a beautiful large tree. Up until a few years ago I didn't pay much attention to it except to admire it. It was outside the fence and the deer and squirrels and other creatures made good use of the fruit, always clearing up whatever there was, so I had never paid attention to the fruit either.
When we re-fenced the expanded orchard last year the old pear ended up inside the fence - outside of the reach of the deer. And I became quite aware of how much fruit it put out, and dropped. I was sorry to have taken it away from the deer but picking up hundreds (thousands?) of little chokepears just wasn't in my schedule, or desire. I thought of raking up a few buckets for them this year but I don't mow under this tree so there was no way to rake them up from the tall vegetation. I would have liked to remove the the fruit not only for the deer but it helps for disease control to keep drops picked up. But they were left, scattered thickly under the tree and underfoot.
Now the deer couldn't get at the fruit but a little thing like a fence certainly wasn't going to stop a squirrel. Especially with a wonderfully large brush pile just outside for shelter. It, or they (I've only seen one at a time), had a well packed runway from brush-pile to tree, and a well used favorite limb to eat on. It always had little round pears stashed against a spur or branch, and a large mound of munched pieces and partly eaten fruit below. It was obviously doing its best to eat as many as it could, and being quite vocal about any intrusion into its personal feed lot.
It was an early cold this year and up until a few days ago we had about 8" of snow - not a lot but enough to make it feel very much like winter already. Then came two days of balmy above freezing 40 degree rain. That melted almost all of our snow and I took advantage of the warm (these things are relative) weather to do a few more chores out in the orchard. I walked by the chokepear, snow gone and grass matted down, to find, to my great surprise, five neat piles of chokepears. There were still some scattered around but not many. The squirrel(s) had done quite a job! I was very impressed. I would not be so impressed, of course, if these had been good edible pears! But I did my duty, got out my shovel and scooped up three bucket-loads, dumping them outside the fence for the deer, and the squirrel. I wasn't nearly as neat in doing my part but I got the job done. I don't know if the deer are going to get any but the squirrel went right to work on the pile right outside its brushy door.
Spiced Crabapples - Nice Snack or Dinner Companion
We are blessed with a wonderful and diverse collection of crabapples, some bird planted, some we planted (almost 40 yrs ago), and progeny of both. The trees vary in size and shape, the fruits vary in size and color. I’ve never done anything with them but admire, thin out a few, taste the fruits now and then (mostly tart), and appreciate how they feed the small and large and inbetweens - birds, deer, squirrels, chipmunks. And now - people!
This year I noticed one of the trees had particularly pretty, clean looking little 3/4 inch apples. It just seemed I should do something with them. Spiced Crabapples came to mind, though I’d never made nor tasted any. But it sounded good. I looked into my vast collection of three well worn preserving books and checked out their individual recipes - each one different from the others, no consensus here. So, checking out the ingredients I had on hand and my own venerable Sweet Sour Spiced Pickles recipe, I came up with my own recipe. Or at least a rough idea of what I might do. I started looking forward to having jars of Spiced Crabapples for gifts, if all turned out well.
Time to pick the crabapples. Thankfully one doesn’t need many because they are a bit finicky, being so small. But it was a pleasant time looking at the trees and searching for suitable fruit. I passed up the really small 1/4 inch ones but chose four with nice 3/4 to 1 inch apples. All but one was outside our regular fenced area and the domain of wildlife. I only took a very small portion so there could be no complaints. The inside tree was a nice surprise. It is a wild seedling that we’ve grafted five different regular apples onto. But it still has a number of original branches and this was its first year to set fruit, confirming that it is indeed a crabapple, having very nice, clean, pretty yellow and red one inch fruit. I’ll be keeping some of those original branches now even as the regular apple scions grow. As I picked I kept the four groups separate (though in the end mixed them all together). I wondered if the 3/4" crabs might be a little small but they were a pretty dark red so I went for those, too.
But that wasn’t all! I’d had my eye on another crabapple, though this one wasn’t mine. It was part of an old orchard down the road. All but the crab had been the domain of cattle for too many years and the apple trees were dead. The crab had ended up outside the fence near to the road and was still alive and putting out an anual crop of nice 1 1/2" fruit. I knew from past years that the pretty red and yellow now would turn entire beautiful red later. But they were tasty tart at this point and I decided to get some for my spiced crabapples. Unfortunately there were only a handful within my reach (being within my reach meant also being within deer reach, and they do love apples!). It was a small crop this year but there were more higher up. The tree had a high narrow crotch and I needed a boost to get up there to get a foothold. Steve patiently obliged and I managed to fill my pockets with enough good fruit, using my still willing booster to help me back down without bruising or smashing the pocketed apples. I guess I could have brought a bag. Next time. On down the road and home we went with bulging pockets.
Back in the kitchen I enjoyed sorting, measuring, washing my harvest. 1 1/2 c of the 1" red & yellow clean orchard crabs; 2 1/2 c of the 3/4" dark red with slight yellow fruit from the smallest north tree along the driveway; 4 1/2 c of dull red & yellow 1" slightly sooty fruit from the larger south tree; 2 c from the tree south of that one across the e-w track, 1", similarly colored. Plus 3 1/2 c (17) of the large (as crabs go) 1 1/2" clean red & yellow fruit from the old orchard (I need to find out who originally planted this orchard so I can put an appropriate ‘local’ name to this tree). Such a pretty picture they made. It was almost a shame to cook them. But what must be done must be done.
I made up my juice: 4c cider vinegar; 4c water, 4c sucanet (brown sugar) - that seemed good for a first try. In a little cloth bag (then into the juice) went 4 sticks broken up cinnamon stick, 1 tsp cloves, 1 tsp allspice. Onto the stove, bring to a boil, then simmer while getting everything else ready. Mostly that meant piercing each little crab with a large needle to keep them from bursting when cooked or canned. Or so they said. Much easier said than done. These are hard little apples! The instructions said to run a darning needle through several times. Maybe they had sharper darning needles and stronger hands. Maybe their apples were riper. I ended up using a cork on the hand end of the needle and simply stabbed the crabs several times (more times at the beginning, fewer as time and the number of little apples went on). When I got to the smallest 3/4" crabs I decided they could split if they wanted; I wasn’t going to stab any more. [I still don’t know how important this is; some split, some didn’t. Something to ‘research’ next year, next batch.].
At this point it was easy to decide to mix and cook the crabs all together, abandoning my idea of keeping the different sizes separate. So into the pot they all went to cook for a short time, maybe 3 minutes, that seemed like enough.
My clean jars were ready; lids in hot water. I spooned out a few of the pretty, largest crabs into the first jar. They fell apart. Well, shoot. That wasn’t in my plan. They’d be good enough for us but not very pretty for gifts. And they were supposed to be the crown jewels of the lot. Oh well. I pulled all the large fruits out of the juice and into a bowl. Then proceeded to ladle the rest of the crabs into jars, working to get the little stems upright (so one could more easily pick them out of the jar to eat). This went OK. Brought the juice back to a boil, poured it over the little crabs in their respective jars, securely lidded then set aside on the counter to cool. Four pints and four half pints, plus one cup of leftover juice. As I cleaned up and the night went on we could hear the satisfying ting-pop as the jars cooled and the metal lids did their sealing bit. They all sealed and I was satisfied.
The 1 1/2" crabs that fell apart maybe weren’t of company stock but they ate pretty good anyway! I’ll definitely go for more of them next time but will need to experiment to get the cooking time just right, firm enough to stay together but soft enough for easy eating. That’s the size most folks in years past (and present no doubt) would use; it’s faster. But the jars of smaller crabs came out just fine, too. Well, I think they are a bit strong flavored but my sister-in-law thinks they’re great just the way they are. I wouldn’t bother with the 3/4" sized ones next time; they’re pretty high percent core (though I just munch the whole thing) for the amount of work. I would again use the 1" size; they are easy little one bite snacks. Either eaten whole or "popped" off the core in your mouth.
For all my interest and focus on apples this is the first time I’ve paid any attention to the culinary crabs. No longer! I now have plans to cut a few scions from that nice crab down the road and graft onto one of my trees next spring. And I’m looking for scions for a variety called Kerr. That one sounds good, though there are no doubt other good local crabs in the old orchards around if I just looked. One doesn’t need many crabs in the homestead orchard but there’s a reason the old home orchards all seem to have their one or two good crab trees.
Meantime, Happy Thanksgiving to all! We are so thankful and appreciative of so many things it will take us all day to run even part of them through our minds - a very happy project.
October 23, 2018 - Another month!
That seems to be the way it is here on the homestead. Life is full and we're on to the next day/week/month before we've fully realized the previous. Enjoying it all though. Summer was long and unusually hot (our version of hot anyway) spilling over well into fall which seemed to last just a few weeks before heading right into late fall. Many frosty/freezing nights this month with several down into the teens. With gale force winds at the same time most of our trees went into overdrive dropping leaves. It was quite impressive to go from beautiful golden autumn to stark November in just a few days. That's just up in the trees. Ground level is a gorgeous carpet of yellow/golds/browns with many bushes and small trees defying the cold and hanging on to their leaves. With plenty of rain (and a bit of snow) to keep them glistening. Every year/moment is beautiful in its own way and so interesting. Today a Mourning Cloak Butterfly surprised me, flying around as cheery as ever in the cool drizzly day and I wondered if there were enough surviving blooms to help it into winter mode. Then a small, late group of Sandhill Cranes flew over but they'll likely still be able to glean grain from harvested fields on their way. Meantime, our larders are full from our own harvests.
Now we're into our readying for winter mode -- firewood, garden/orchard, snow tires, final outdoor chores. Though we certainly don't expect, or want, big snow yet, we enjoy it more if we're ready when it arrives. And with the shorter daylight and many cold rainy/snowy days the indoor projects and chores finally get their due attention. That includes this blog! I've photos and sharings stored away on computer and in mind of happenings in our lives over the past months (when we're on the go early to late!) so I'll backtrack on the blog to fill in the spaces, a fun meander through equally fun days. Meantime, Full Moon Cheers!
October 2, 2018 - Lots of Orange!
The winter squash (and most heat loving crops) made the most of this long hot summer by going all out to mature a record number of fruit - 90# / 20 squash from 4 plants. I'm usually happy to get a half dozen ripe fruit before frost but these were all ripe long before then. What fun to have plenty to eat and plenty to give away.
This variety started from a gift squash from one of the Farmers Market vendors, a delicious small round orange squash he thought might be Moongold. It was likely grown with other varieties and crossed but I decided to save the seed anyway and see what grew. I did and it did and we got several nice small orange squashes of equally good flavor. But I also grew my usual green buttercup squash that year and knew there was a good chance of crossing between the two. This year I planted seed from the second generation orange squash and it grew and produced with great vigor. It had indeed crossed with the buttercup based on size, shape, & stems of many. But almost all had this cute corky tipped green bottom sort of like an old fashioned toy top. No buttercup type cups on any. Shapes varied from squat buttercup shape to very round or almost teardrop on a few. Mmm. I looked at photos online and it appears likely there is a strong Golden Nugget gene in the mix! I'm hoping they will taste as good as they look.
Later Oct. note: So far they have! The first one had the drier nutty flavor/texture of a good buttercup; the second was more moist and sweeter, more like the original. Both were delicious and got high marks from us both. I'm saving the seed (equal number from each good squash) as we eat them and will continue planting this line.
September 22, 2018 - Happy Equinox!
Time to appreciate the joys of recent summer and look forward to the coming cooler seasons - and check out old haunts that have pretty much been ignored all summer. LilliB confirms that this one works just fine.
August 27, 2018 - Magic!
Our world is full of magic and magical moments which we don't always notice, but sometimes they are so right in front of you that you can't miss them. This was one such. A few weeks ago we saw that a Monarch chrysalis had appeared on the overhead metal evestrough right over our front door. So beautiful and delicate looking. The main door swings in which was fine, but the screen door brushed the chrysalis as it opened setting the pretty green decoration gently swinging. So off came the screen door.
We didn't know how long it would take for the butterfly to emerge but chose not to 'look it up', just enjoy it. The last days we'd noticed the chrysalis darkening so knew something would be happening soon. I was concerned that there wasn't anything near by for the emerged butterfly to grab, if it indeed needed anything. Maybe not, but I put up a small branch just in case.
When I stepped outside before breakfast today I saw an oval spot of monarch wing color and pattern on the side of the chrysalis. Today was the magical day! After breakfast I carefully opened the door to find the fully emerged beautiful butterfly holding onto its thin (but strong!) empty case. Wow!! It was a cloudy and windy day. I'd often watched butterflies in the garden sitting on a plant in the sun slowly working their new wings but there was no sun today. Maybe later. But it wasn't time to work those wings yet. Thankfully it was warm.
I checked on her often during the morning as I cut up tomatoes to can. It appeared she was trying to get a better hold as the wind rocked her back and forth but the metal trough didn't give any purchase. So I carefully clamped a soft plant stem beside her. She wrapped a leg around it and settled back down. I went back inside. It was taking a long time to get the tomatoes cut up.
Finally, tomatoes done and on the stove, I headed out to the garden to pick lunch. Came back to find her on the wooden door frame, gently rocked by the wind and carefully opening and closing those new wings. Being overly concerned I saw some spider web strands nearby and carefully removed them, getting too close for comfort I'd guess. So off she flew, several small low circles then one large sweep above the house and yard, and into the nearby trees. Away from the gusty wind and away from the meddlesome woman. Wow!! doesn't quite describe it but I was so thankful to be there to watch her first flight. Maybe in celebration I'll pick up another late blooming on-sale plant somewhere. A possible little treat for our beautiful flying resident(s).
August 25, 2018 - Dory sailing rig project is done!
rowing dory now has the option of going sailing. I took my time on this
project, working through the design and then building of the various
elements of the sailing rig. I have detailed the process
here but to sum it up, I
feel that the project was a reasonable success. The first few times
sailing were as much learning to sail as testing the rig. My sailing
experience was limited to a dozen or so adventures on a wooden Sailfish
back in the late 50's and owning but infrequently sailing a Hobie 16 in
the 60's. 45 years ago!
August 18, 2018 - Wildlife Co-workers
Conversations with other gardeners tend often to veer at some point towards the 'wildlife bandits and outlaws' -- those creatures whose desire and search for a good meal (or maybe just a good time!) are often in conflict with the gardener's own desires for a good harvest. Over the years I've come to terms with all the varied wildlife we share this part of the world with, and generally enjoy them (a good fence helps!). They get some of ours, we get some of theirs, and overall it's a peaceful co-existence. But this year was a bit more of a challenge, thanks to the over-abundance (in our opinion) of voles. When the snow melted this spring we had the most amazing network of runs in the grass that I've ever seen (or ever hope to see again!). And I understood why we had a Barred Owl move in and stay around all winter. It saw it often in the garden and orchard. I thought it was because of the logging around us. But I'm pretty sure now that it was because of the great food supply.
Thankfully, most of my trees and bushes had hardware cloth barriers so my losses due to vole damage wasn't as bad as it could have been, and many things have recovered/regrown over the summer. The wild shrubs, trees, brambles - anything that could be chewed and eaten - had a great deal of 'thinning out', too. I bought more hardware cloth and set in to make sure ALL of my plantings are protected for this winter. I wasn't concerned about summer months because the voles pretty much are eating grass and such, not bark.
But then about every time I went out to the compost pile I had a vole or two run in or out of it, almost across my feet. That was just going too far. It was obvious they had set up a vole housing complex in my compost pile. So I got out some wooden mouse live traps Steve had made many years ago, and started catching voles - one almost every morning, and I'd take what became a routine walk to a far section of our property and release them. I certainly didn't mind the walk, but after several months the three traps (made for indoor use) were looking pretty rough, and I was getting tired of transporting voles (and cleaning the traps). Plus they were eating my red ripe peppers and cherry tomatoes. It was time to get serious about clearing this community out. I knew I wouldn't get all voles out of the garden/orchard area (there are plenty of fields around for new ones to move in from) but I needed to get this population down. So soon I had 6 new purchased plastic vole/mouse live traps in place, baited with the the best (well, cheapest) peanut butter. I was ready.
First morning - no voles. Second morning - no voles. Third, fourth. Well this was irritating. I supposed I could have gotten them all, though somehow I didn't think so. Maybe the didn't like the peanut butter. Maybe they didn't like the traps. Then the fifth day I was making my rounds checking the traps and there in the middle of the path, near one of the traps was a small scat. Mmmm. Could it be? I came in, looked up in our "Animal Tracks" book (which includes scat drawings), and yep, there it was -- a weasel. A weasel had moved in and cleared out the voles. This wasn't too much of a surprise - there had been weasel tracks this past winter by the compost pile (along with owl wing prints). It had simply come back for some more good eating. I hope it sticks around this winter.
I picked up my new traps and put them away. The weasel is much better at vole control than I am.
August 2, 2018 - Abundance!
Life is so wonderfully full, especially in the summer! There is so much going on to share with you and so little time to do the sharing. I know we'll catch up come winter and I expect your lives are equally full so just a few photos and words to let you know we're still here and enjoying the abundance of summer. Food certainly, and the garden is feeding us very well! But there is so much more.
Populations rise and fall naturally with the years and usually adjust themselves without any attention from us but we do tend to mostly notice the extremes of the peaks and valleys. Here on the homestead this past year has been a record high for voles (and I'm sincerely hoping they are on the downswing now -- at least in the garden and orchard. But I'm sure there are those who are happy with the abundance, such as the resident Barred owl, weasel, coyotes, fox, and our own LilliB.) Equally noticeable has been the unusually low population of flying insects, which means a low population of birds who depend on those insects for food. We miss having so many birds -- but we haven't missed AT ALL the usual abundance of black flys and mosquitoes. We do have birds, just not as many. Some, like the trees swallows, simply came, checked things out, and went elsewhere where the food was more plentiful (I'm guessing), though they stayed around long enough to harass the bluebirds for awhile. Some just didn't show up, like the sparrows and juncoes. Others it seems we have just one family instead of several families - robins, bluebirds, hummingbirds, gold finches, wrens, chickadees, indigo buntings, catbirds, cedar waxwings, and the hard working friendly co-gardeners Chipping Sparrows. And others. Life wouldn't be much without the birds. I don't even mind sharing some fruit with them (well, within reason!) (my reason, of course, not theirs).
But the other big absence has been pollinators -- the many kinds of bees, wasps, hornets, others. And butterflies, too. Since their numbers are so down it's a special joy to see them busily supping at the variety of flowers this time of year. I'm happy that what I'm growing in the garden and orchard is popular, from dill flowers to catnip, each with their own admirers. And with much sharing between species, like the fritillary and bee on the echinacea. Now, personally, I think the Campfire Rose (above) is much more attractive and catches my eye every time I walk in the garden, but I don't often see insects on those flowers. While the very understated small hardly noticably flowered (but prolific and quickly overgrown!) catnip is always humming with many busy bumbles the moment the first flowers appear and is never without attendance. So I allow too many to grow in the garden, brush by carefully as it grows with abandon into the paths, and weed out the many progeny.
But there are also many flowers that both the pollinators and us enjoy and I'm having a good time adding to the mix. Most are wildflowers such as the Purple Coneflower, and some are imports that wouldn't survive without the gardener's help. We all enjoy them each in our own way and every time I see a "bee" working diligently on flowers tiny or large I marvel at their ways. It makes the flowering time of year so very special.
June 28, 2018 - Then suddenly another month has gone by...
Those beautiful blossoms below have turned into steadily growing little fruitlets -- those in the large tree becoming 1" cute (but inedible) mini-pears, to be thrown over the fence for the deer. The smaller tree on the right, a Stacey Pear, has set a full crop - its first - a great cause for celebration! The fruit is very good (we've had a few small harvests previously) and I'm sure looking forward to harvest time. There is so much anticipation this time of year; so much to imagine, look forward to, and appreciate. It's great just to step outside, which we're doing a great deal of now. Steve is just about done cutting hay and I'm well on the way to transferring said hay to the garden and orchard trees, helping to keep what moisture we have in the ground for the growing plants. It's been rather on the dry side here, especially compared to the extra wet season last year. But no matter what weather we get we all settle into it and do well one way or another. It's always interesting, and things always grow.
One, of many, joys of early summer for me is watching our current season grafts for signs of life - that wonderful little bit of green in the scion buds that says "there's hope!". Slowly, growing and unfolding, there's a small leaflet - "there's a good chance now!". A few more leaves, more buds popping - "Yes! It's likely a take!". This is where we are now - 46 grafts at all stages - apples, pears, plums, cherries - including some that haven't shown signs of life yet (but there's still hope). There are a lot of variables involved in grafting. As with all young things, the first months, and years, are very undecided. Some stay for the long haul, some don't make it past the first year, but the beginnings are all so very sweet and exciting.
Earlier in the month I looked out the front window to see a beautiful doe step carefully out of the brush and brambles into our mowed front path, looking back and I thought about ready to maybe scratch or lick a back leg or something. Then the brush wiggled and out emerged the smallest fawn I've ever seen, stumbling a bit over the growth. It had to be very young but it was mobile! Mom and baby soon disappeared back into the safety of the brush. A special moment. A few days ago I was walking through the area north of the garden, stopping to pick up a branch in my way and casually tossing it aside. Up jumped a larger fawn, leaping away from this woman throwing branches at it! I apologized. I also know it didn't go far. A reminder to watch our steps this time of year. Was it the same fawn? I don't know, it was well able to jump through the underbrush so my guess it's an older one. We often have several does with their fawns sharing our homestead, though we don't see them much. There's room for all of us. And a wonderful welcome to summer they are.
May 25, 2018 - Summer Already?? What Happened to Spring?
Winter was reluctant to let go but the first half of May had some nice warmer weather along with some low 20's freezes to keep us in our place. It appeared it was just going to be one of those years when planting would be later rather than earlier. That was OK, we enjoyed the leisurely slide into spring. Then Mother Nature must have heard some of the grumblings about how slow things were to warm up, so decided to fast forward to summer, might as well skip spring. Suddenly we had day temperatures in the upper 70's (this is hot for us even in the summer let alone in May!) and nights in the 50's, dry with no spring rains. Things started leafing and blooming one after the other with hardly room to admire one before the next was on stage, birds and insects returning on each others heels, every moment an explosion of something new and fresh. And these winter-white Yoopers have been soaking up every moment possible, reluctant to come inside, reveling in the expanded hours.
You could say we've been working hard, but we know we've just been thoroughly enjoying life on the homestead. Steve's just finished a long and large clearing project, trying to reclaim a bit of open land from the enthusiastic white pines and wild black cherries. At the same time (well, in between times) working long hours on the boat project -- designing and building to turn our row boat into a sail boat. It's coming along so I need to find a rainy day to make that sail very soon. And the orchard and garden has claimed me for their own, with no complaints from me. The greenhouse is now cleared out, we're eating fresh greens and rhubarb from the garden, the weeds are receding as seeds and plants take their place. The orchard is greening and blooming and we'll be grafting next week. And we got some well appreciated rain today -- hurray!
Other life continues as well. We've had two fun weeks playing music at the summer Manistique Farmers Market already (where temperatures are at least 10 deg cooler there on the Lake than here inland), the local Lake Effect Art Gallery starts summer hours tomorrow with their annual Spring Open House, and the first of three Fur & Feather Swaps in Trenary is tomorrow where we'll be playing music with our friends Sharon and Tom and enjoying the people, the event and the many animals. Summer has begun!
April 22, 2018 - Spring! Once Again
Beautiful warm (almost 50!) sunny weather has melted the newest snow and is fast working on the old. More ground is emerging every time we look, and crocus gems popping out here and there with little bursts of color. Lilli now comes inside only for a quick bite and a nap, then out she goes to do her duty keeping rodents under control. She's one happy cat! We changed boots for tennies for a walk down the bare road (ahhhh) (though it was still boots and snowshoes to get up to the road out of our snowy valley). It'll be awhile before we're driving down to the house but meantime we're enjoying the emerging world and will be working outdoors soon.
April 20, 2018 - Happy Nasturtiums
The greenhouse nasturtiums don't care what is happening outside - they are celebrating spring and going all out to make their, and our, indoor world bright and colorful. What great companions they are in the greenhouse (and the outdoor garden, too!
April 17, 2018 - A Week Later...
Maybe it's not time to start planting in the garden after all, now, but it's beautiful! We had a gentle time with this storm, nestled in our valley in the woods, protected from the winds. Saturday was looking like spring with even more bare ground than a few days before. LilliB made good use of almost every minute, exploring and hunting and walking on every inch of bare ground. She didn't take her usual, many, nap breaks. Maybe she knew what the next few days would bring. It wasn't a blizzard for us, it just snowed. And snowed. And snowed. Final count - 10" of new wet white. LilliB spent almost all day Sunday sleeping (ignoring the snow?), and now spends many hours staring out the window, keeping entertained by a lone hardy Junco who arrived yesterday, both waiting patiently for this newest (and the oldest) snow to melt.
Above Freezing! - April 11, 2018
It was a beautiful sunny day today and we finally made it into the upper 30's! I'm sure it was low 40's in the sun (and out of the wind). It had that smell of spring coming. Even though there are predictions for more snow this week it will land on the ever expanding, warming, bare ground so won't likely last long. All of us were in and out often just to savor the day. Lilli in particular has been thoroughly checking out every new patch of snow-free habitat, and enjoying it just as thoroughly.
In the greenhouse the nasturtiums helped the celebration by opening more bright cheery blooms. This was a little remnant I'd transplanted from the garden last fall. It held on through the short, cloudy days to go all out this spring. I also stuck some seed in the bed and those have been growing enthusiastically, too. So much so I had to put some bamboo poles in to keep them from pulling down and covering up everything else! They appear to love the indoor climate.
Bread Time! - April 6, 2018
It’s April, we’re still getting snow, temperature lows often diving down to
zero and highs are having a hard time getting above freezing. Might as well bake
some bread! Well, I bake bread almost every week but having the wood cookstove
going and the smells of baking bread seem most welcome when winter is reluctant
to give way to spring.
This year my mix became more multi-grained with additions to the above of
oats, millet, quinoa, corn, and always a few tablespoons of fennel. The
smell of fennel fills the air when the mix is grinding! Maybe I got a little
carried away when I ordered the grains, but we like the resulting flavor and