Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Mother Earth News Blog #2
I wrote a short piece on how to stay physically and emotionally healthy during the busy season on the farm. Here is a link to the blog: http://www.motherearthnews.com/homesteading-livestock/staying-power-zbcz1506.aspx
Friday, June 19, 2015
Mother Earth News Blog #1
Wow, what a thing. I get to blog for Mother Earth News.
Here is a link to my first post: http://www.motherearthnews.com/organic-gardening/6-steps-to-creating-a-community-farmers-market-zbcz1506.aspx
Here is a link to my first post: http://www.motherearthnews.com/organic-gardening/6-steps-to-creating-a-community-farmers-market-zbcz1506.aspx
Alternative Fruits 2015
There is more to life than apples, pears, cherries and
peaches. I know this may sound like blasphemy given that much of the economic
success of our region is dependent upon these four crops. Come harvest time, we all know a neighbor or
a friend of a friend who will give us a great deal on a case of one of these staples.
Often the quality is better than what we are capable of growing ourselves and
certainly the price is worth the time and labor that we are saved from having
to squeeze in the pruning, watering, care and maintenance that it would
personally take to harvest that same box of fruit. This abundance also means
that home gardeners are free to experiment with lesser known and hard to find
fruits.
Our climate makes growing berries and other bush and tree
fruits relatively easy and problem free. We don’t have to worry about humidity
related illness, such as mummy berry, which can be a crippling problem in
Western Washington. Here are a few
alternative fruit crops that do well in our region and are prized globally for
their flavor. Often, if we do not travel abroad, we are unaware of some of the
world’s most popular foods since they do not fit into our regional paradigm or
cultural customs.
Honeyberries- These are a honeysuckle derived fruit common
in the northern hemisphere of both Asia and North America. Honeyberry is
confusingly absent from the West Coast of both regions. To date, Russia has spent the most effort on
breeding programs and the fruit is regularly harvested from wild growing
plants. Honeyberries are ready for
harvest a full 2 weeks earlier than strawberries which puts them several weeks
ahead of traditional blueberry harvest. This
is a good item to work into your garden if you have adequate sunlight. They can
be grown in a wide range of pH soils and cultivars can be found that are hardy
to zone 1! You will need at least 2 varieties planted close by for good
pollination.
Hardy Kiwi- Hardy Kiwis are a perennial native to Japan,
Korea, Northern China and Siberia. They
are grape-sized fruits that are similar in flavor to traditional kiwi fruit but
are often sweeter. These are a fast growing vine that will require trellising.
There are both male and female plants. You will need at least one of each for
pollination. Although the plants themselves can be hardy down to -30F, they do
require approximately 150 frost free growing days for fruit development.
However, late freeze events are okay provided that there is a gradual cooling-off
period beforehand to allow for acclimation.
Mulberries- The mulberry is a swift-growing deciduous tree
that can reach a total height of 30-50 feet at maturity. They are loaded with
elongated pale to dark purple fruits that have a delicate sweetness. They are commonly found in the Middle East,
Northern Africa and the Indian subcontinent. In this region, they grow
exceptionally well in the upper valley with little to no supplemental
irrigation. Their fruits are very attractive to Cedar Waxwings and Western
Tanagers making them an excellent choice as a wildlife forage species. They are
highly productive but require netting if you hope to have any fruits left to
harvest after the birds have discovered the tree.
Gooseberries- This is another native to Europe, Northwestern
Africa and Asia. This moderate sized bush can be heavily laden with quarter
sized maroon berries. They require some
irrigation but are fairly hardy and naturally occur in low nitrogen
environments. The fruits are prized for jams and jellies.
Have fun experimenting with something different in your
garden this season and Happy Gardening!
Monday, June 15, 2015
Elemental Life
Why does life form?
A better question would be, Why doesn't it?
Why does Iron form? An elemental bi-product of the inevitable chemistry of the universe.
Life is an element. An inevitability that arises like a phoenix from within the universal rules of chemistry and physics. Life abounds in all places. Life abounds where we cannot yet see. We have never been alone. We are not alone now.
A better question would be, Why doesn't it?
Why does Iron form? An elemental bi-product of the inevitable chemistry of the universe.
Life is an element. An inevitability that arises like a phoenix from within the universal rules of chemistry and physics. Life abounds in all places. Life abounds where we cannot yet see. We have never been alone. We are not alone now.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
existential
I don't know much about life after death but I may believe in life after life.
*****
what do you see when you look at yourself? do you know that person well? can you look them in the eyes? who looks back?
*****
I used to turn myself around and around, in front of a mirror, trying to understand.
My mother hinted that I may be vain....a mortal sin. What I could not explain to her, in my child's voice, was my curiosity as to who I was. This shell that I inhabit must be very different from the last. Who grows up thinking that they have been placed inside the wrong body? Who physically feels their eyes becoming windows....not made of glass but a set fashioned from thin sheets of Muscovite; ancient and milky?
*****
A friend and I have shared the same dreams. Not a hypothetical dream for the future or the ephemeral dream to someday be a writer (although we do dream that dream together) but the dreams of the unconscious soul. Dreams of lilacs blossoms blowing on the breeze, dreams of dead friends, dreams of the divine. He once explained to me that he can no longer meditate because he is afraid of what he will find. He has found the way....the tunnel that leads to light. He found the way and the one on the other side shot out of the darkness and delivered a hard right hooked punch to his gut. He will not meditate now; the pain was too real.
Many of us have found this place and are afraid to enter. We are not taught to know what to do when we arrive and so we flee. But we are drawn here, over and over, to stand at the gate and to let the wind howl past. The buzzing and crackle and the alignment of neural energy....if you have been here you may know how startling this discovery can be.
*****
I do not believe in who I am...Meaning, I do not believe that this is all I am meant to be. I have been more and I have been less. I have purpose and with luck, my life will have meaning to others. After I pass, I may return as a swallow, another woman, a man, or your cat. I may be the ant who is tortured by children or the peasant who is tortured by circumstance.
I will not return as a demon....one of the unconscionable souls tending the alter of economy, persecution and power. Hell is very real but its dimension exists now. Demons exist but they wear the skins of sharks and prey upon the poor. Damnation is often a choice.
*****
Are we animal or are we human? Do you know the difference? Lost Souls, you are not lost. You have only forgotten the way. The path is laid out before you, now walk forth and exist.
*****
what do you see when you look at yourself? do you know that person well? can you look them in the eyes? who looks back?
*****
I used to turn myself around and around, in front of a mirror, trying to understand.
My mother hinted that I may be vain....a mortal sin. What I could not explain to her, in my child's voice, was my curiosity as to who I was. This shell that I inhabit must be very different from the last. Who grows up thinking that they have been placed inside the wrong body? Who physically feels their eyes becoming windows....not made of glass but a set fashioned from thin sheets of Muscovite; ancient and milky?
*****
A friend and I have shared the same dreams. Not a hypothetical dream for the future or the ephemeral dream to someday be a writer (although we do dream that dream together) but the dreams of the unconscious soul. Dreams of lilacs blossoms blowing on the breeze, dreams of dead friends, dreams of the divine. He once explained to me that he can no longer meditate because he is afraid of what he will find. He has found the way....the tunnel that leads to light. He found the way and the one on the other side shot out of the darkness and delivered a hard right hooked punch to his gut. He will not meditate now; the pain was too real.
Many of us have found this place and are afraid to enter. We are not taught to know what to do when we arrive and so we flee. But we are drawn here, over and over, to stand at the gate and to let the wind howl past. The buzzing and crackle and the alignment of neural energy....if you have been here you may know how startling this discovery can be.
*****
I do not believe in who I am...Meaning, I do not believe that this is all I am meant to be. I have been more and I have been less. I have purpose and with luck, my life will have meaning to others. After I pass, I may return as a swallow, another woman, a man, or your cat. I may be the ant who is tortured by children or the peasant who is tortured by circumstance.
I will not return as a demon....one of the unconscionable souls tending the alter of economy, persecution and power. Hell is very real but its dimension exists now. Demons exist but they wear the skins of sharks and prey upon the poor. Damnation is often a choice.
*****
Are we animal or are we human? Do you know the difference? Lost Souls, you are not lost. You have only forgotten the way. The path is laid out before you, now walk forth and exist.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
summer skin
I stand naked before the mirror and admire the return of my summer skin;
pale pink above my breasts and bronze in over lapping layers of straps and sleeves. Muscles form and re-form in a progression down the length of my arms.
The silt washes off in a torrent of mud mixed with the sweet scent of soap;
my hair once again bright as the moon; casting off the dullness of the day in its many layers of sweat, grime and sunshine.
My toes will not be clean again until the leaves fall from the trees in their cascade of relief and exhaustion, as summer wanes and autumn embraces us with darkness.
Next to the sink, I study the black of my hat. Its surface a rainbow of textures; an oil soaked and sleek band fades into bleached and brittle edges. A history and a reflection of my unconscious habit of removing it and reapplying it over and over as I struggle to shield my eyes from the light....my fingerprints are nearly visible on the brim. Like my toes, my fingers will bear the burden of the season; rough and frayed corners, calluses, and healed-over blisters.
From head to toe, I am amused by my appearance and I contemplate Pearl S. Buck's The Good Earth. I remember my mother, grandmothers, great-grand mothers. I look into my own eyes and see eternity laid out before me.
I am the one that arrives with dirt in the cuffs, spots, stains and small tears.I am a woman of beauty; a creature of struggle, persistence and undying optimism. I am the light that is not seen and only felt. I am starlight and madness. I am the womb of creation. I am all of these things. I am dust.
pale pink above my breasts and bronze in over lapping layers of straps and sleeves. Muscles form and re-form in a progression down the length of my arms.
The silt washes off in a torrent of mud mixed with the sweet scent of soap;
my hair once again bright as the moon; casting off the dullness of the day in its many layers of sweat, grime and sunshine.
My toes will not be clean again until the leaves fall from the trees in their cascade of relief and exhaustion, as summer wanes and autumn embraces us with darkness.
Next to the sink, I study the black of my hat. Its surface a rainbow of textures; an oil soaked and sleek band fades into bleached and brittle edges. A history and a reflection of my unconscious habit of removing it and reapplying it over and over as I struggle to shield my eyes from the light....my fingerprints are nearly visible on the brim. Like my toes, my fingers will bear the burden of the season; rough and frayed corners, calluses, and healed-over blisters.
From head to toe, I am amused by my appearance and I contemplate Pearl S. Buck's The Good Earth. I remember my mother, grandmothers, great-grand mothers. I look into my own eyes and see eternity laid out before me.
I am the one that arrives with dirt in the cuffs, spots, stains and small tears.I am a woman of beauty; a creature of struggle, persistence and undying optimism. I am the light that is not seen and only felt. I am starlight and madness. I am the womb of creation. I am all of these things. I am dust.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Welcome to the Farmers Market 2015
Summer living, here we come. After a milder than usual
winter and an early spring, it feels like we are jumping into summer a little
ahead of schedule. Already, the apple blossoms have come and gone; the
wildflowers have arrived in a profusion of color, while the drier hillsides
have turned from dormant brown, to lush green and now to red as the wild
grasses make their way through their annual life cycle. And finally, after a
long break, the Farmers Market season has begun. The weather has been favorable and many crops
are weeks ahead of schedule. Already,
visitors to the Market have been able to find radishes, rhubarb, bok choy,
salad mix, arugula, spinach, turnips, napa cabbage and asparagus. Over the
coming weeks, expect to see the arrival of early carrots, baby beets, young
garlic, spring onions plus much, much more.
Master Gardeners will be on hand at the Wenatchee Farmers
Market, The Leavenworth Community Farmers Market and the Chelan Market and are happy
to answer your garden related questions. This is a great chance to get some
much needed advice on your home garden and to become familiar with the
Chelan/Douglas Master Gardener Program and the classes and events they will be
hosting throughout the summer.
Below, are the operating dates and times for four of our
best local markets. If you can’t make it
to a market, Sage Mountain in Leavenworth and Rhubarb Market in Wenatchee make
local, seasonal produce available year round to their customers and often honor
special requests.
·
The Kittitas County Farmers Market in Ellensburg
opened on May 2nd and will be operating every Saturday from 9 AM -1
PM, May-October.
·
The Wenatchee Farmers Market opened for the
season on Saturday May 9th and runs from 8 AM-1 PM.
·
The Chelan Farmers Market will begin its market season
on Thursday May 21st from 4-7 PM.
·
The Leavenworth Community Farmers Market is
slated to open on Thursday June 4th from 4-8 PM. This season, they have added a
kids-only vending booth beginning on Thursday, June 25th and running
through the rest of the market season.
And, if you have ever considered becoming a vendor at one of
your local markets, don’t wait. Now is the time to contact them directly about
special vendor days or hosting a regular booth. Whether you grow flowers,
fruits or veggies, participating in your local market is a great way to meet
your neighbors and join a community of like-minded gardeners. Happy Gardening!
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