Sunday, May 16, 2021

Little Buddy, hail storm, 22nd anniversary, and a few garden updates

Another week is drawing to a close, with yet another starting on its heels! It seems two weeks is about as long as I can go before feeling like the amount to catch up on is going to make for a LONG scrapbook entry. And I'll admit that I'm starting this entry already overly tired, so I will let the pictures do most of the talking on this one!!


The weather has been delightful! And today's hike with Emily and Jonas was a special one for the kiddos who stayed behind to play. With all of us but Terah and Alida fully vaccinated, we have been able to loosen a few restrictions here and there. Ivy was THRILLED to be allowed to come inside our home (with the unvaccinated kids all masked) to play while the adults went for a hike. This was her first time in our home since last March. She didn't waste any time getting warmed back up, hardly said hi to me on her way past me, and made a bee line for the back kitchen where she started searching for the "bread box" - which turned out to be Kali's wooden triangular lunch box Jason made for her over a decade ago. Very cute!!

Speaking of hikes, Kali enjoyed a hike with Grandma and Grandpa this week. She even got out of bed at 7 a.m. in order to go with them. Very impressive for her, and I took the opportunity to hint that I would not mind if she chose to get up that early to be with us some morning. :) She did make a very good point when we were talking about it while gardening the other day that it is not so much that she likes to sleep in but that she enjoys staying up late - and a major factor in that might be that she enjoys a quiet house with time alone where there are not other things going on. Here was their view from one point along the ridge trail. She wasn't quite able to see her ducks waddling around!

The last two weeks have had some rough patches on the home front. While we have so very much to be grateful for and while all of our basic needs are met in abundance, there have been some losses that we have felt, surrounding things we care about. Alida had to say goodbye to a pet and dearly loved chicken. We knew Little Buddy was not likely to have a long life, and his life came to an end. 
I'm glad he got into our April Fool's Day family photo. He was really an odd chicken (some kind of developmental difference seemed to be at play for him) but one that brought a lot of joy to the younger girls especially.
We had a little family burial in the compost pile, where Little Buddy was joined by a few chicks that didn't make it through a recent hatch. There were plenty of tears the morning when he was very ill and probably having seizures. No one wanted to see him suffer long, and we are glad that he didn't. It hasn't seemed like a lot of additional processing has been needed since, and both Alida and Terah are pouring their chicken-care into their other coops of chickens that they are tending. Little Buddy's coop has been repurposed as a coop for one hen at a time, through use of which Jason is trying to figure out which of Terah's chickens is laying the "odd" egg - so he doesn't include her in a breeding pen down the line!
The other loss involved plants! On Friday, May 7, Jason did the afternoon errand run to pick up pig scraps, deliver eggs, etc... since I was occupied with graduation responsibilities. I was co-facilitating something with our graduates in the afternoon when a big storm rolled in. I was just imagining the power going out right in the middle of the major Zoom event but it didn't. Yay! I was done the event when Jason got home and was wrapping up some work things when he came upstairs where I was working and asked if I had seen the hail. Nope! I Completely missed it, and I have no idea how! When Jason got home, there were still piles of it around here and there.

It was a pretty depressing sight to look at all the trays of seedlings that we had been tending so carefully for weeks and weeks. The hail came in the few hours out of the whole month that Jason was not at Tangly Woods to pull the plants in before they got hammered. Sigh! They were shredded! We had no way of knowing if they would pull through, and in some ways still don't know the full extent of the damage. The sweet potatoes seemed to suffer the least damage and the basil and tomatoes the worst. As we walked around our land in the subsequent days, you could just see leaves with holes everywhere.
Even some flower petals were badly damaged!
Once again, I wonder so much how career or true subsistence farmers come through these kinds of losses when the stakes are so much higher. It is very sad for us to see our hard work literally shredded in 5 minutes, but we don't have to worry that that means we will not have enough food to feed our children. We have an abundance of options. That said, we still needed some time to feel the sting of it and to recalibrate. The first spinach picking afterwards was sad with all the shredded leaves, but it tastes just as good! 

The rhubarb wasn't damaged and Terah helped me harvest and chop it for a crisp. We still don't seem able to grow lovely rhubarb, but we got enough to enjoy one rhubarb crisp with vanilla ice cream on Mother's Day.
Thankfully this next thing doesn't end up being a loss but was still an unusual experience. We decided to try putting up some netting that was my parents to see if we might keep more of the strawberries in our patch from the birds. It was a surprise for Jason to find a little screech owl inside the netting the next morning with its foot caught. That was not the intention of the netting at all, but it did allow for a very close up encounter with a beautiful screech owl before Jason and my dad got it free and then released it!
In garden news, the main summer garden crops are mostly in. There's a list of some additional things Jason hopes to get in the ground this week, but we spent our 22nd anniversary in the gardens together and that was a lovely way to spend the day. We planted out some pretty pathetic looking plants and we will do our best to tend them and support their growth. We'll see what time and water and sunshine and soil do for them. Here's what I can remember of what we planted Saturday: okra, sweet potatoes, cherry/slicer/cooking tomatoes, sweet/hot peppers, lovage, the girls' flowers, sunflowers, marigolds, basil, yellow pole wax beans, and another kind of bean Jason is breeding (a purple fillet pole bean). We also filled in gaps in our onion patch with red onions I picked up at Rocking R. I'm probably forgetting something. Earlier in the week, we had seeded cucumbers, carrots, cantaloupes, watermelon and some other things that my brain is also not remembering at the moment. In summary: we planted a bunch of stuff!
We had such good help, especially with my Mom helping the girls plant their flowers and Kali and Tala pitching in on a bunch of things. It was when they were in the sweet pepper patch that we made our first acquaintance with "Fidel" (the name we have given them). Tala was immediately ready for a different job when she knew she was sharing the patch with a snake. The girls and I watched the snake for a while and then it decided it didn't want our attention and started to exit the garden. But this got Fidel MORE attention as they made a straight line for the arch coop where Alida's chickens, complete with chicks of all ages live. Suffice it to say, those were not the best 5 minutes of our gardening day as kids were anxious, their mother was a bit too, and the father was not thrilled to be called to catch the snake (now under the coop) and remove it. But Jason finally got the snake (all 5 feet of it) out from under the coop, where surprisingly the chickens did not seem alarmed. He walked it down to the end of the lane and sent it for a swim in the stream. He came back up noting that we might have about a 1/2 day without it. We got back to gardening and less than 2 hours later, we saw Fidel slither through our blueberry patch, through the asparagus, into the inner garden and, wouldn't you know it, right back to the same exact section of the pepper patch where we first found it. Welcome home! And may you feast on voles, NOT chickens!
After a full day of gardening, we were all treated to a delicious dinner of Pad Thai Noodles. Tala treated us to this feast in honor of Jason's and my 22nd wedding anniversary. It was worth waiting for, and we enjoyed it on the deck in the cool of a glorious spring evening!
Later in the evening we welcomed 22 new chicks from the most recent hatch. 
And then still later that evening, we got stuck watching the 20th anniversary concert I surprised Jason with two years ago. Tala hadn't gotten to hear it before, so it was fun to share it with her and rekindle fond memories of that celebration.
I think that's all I've got in me for tonight! Tomorrow officially starts my 3 weeks with reduced office hours (hoping to work more like 20 hours/week rather than the 45+ it has been the last several). And maybe by the time I next write, I will offically have taken off one of my many hats and put my "CJP hat" on the shelf for 2 months. I'll be off June 7 - August 7, focusing on family and farm and starting my birth doula certification process and working really hard to not fill the time full such that healing, rejuvenation, and discernment can be given the time and attention they need!

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Broken Angels, along with my musings...

News flash: My bag referenced in the last post was found under a tree near where I had parked for our last main errand stop and where I was rearranging things to fit two pieces of furniture in the car alongside me, 3 kids, the pig buckets for the week and the other additions from our round of errands. My friend who found it wondered if I had flung it out of the car, as it was farther from the road than she would have expected to find it. Maybe, by that point in the errands, I was ready to fling things. Or maybe someone came along and moved it farther under the tree for more protection? We'll never know but, despite several rains during the week that it was missing, even the library books seem ok. I'm very happy to have my hat and sweatshirt back - the girls asked if I was going to have to return the replacement hat/sweatshirt my mom had graciously given me from her supply. I haven't asked yet. Mom?!

So, it is not uncommon for me to first select pictures for a blog post and then sit and just stare at the screen wondering how in the world I can add words to the photos that adequately and accurately reflect our life shared together here at Tangly Woods. For today, what I've chosen is to intersperse the lyrics of a song by Over the Rhine on their Love & Revelation album. Jason reminded me of the song Broken Angels this morning, thinking it might resonate with aspects of the journey we are traveling. It does... And so I offer it here, along with images of the day to day living we are doing together.

I want to take a break from the heartache,
drive away from all the tears I've cried.
I'm a wasteland down inside.

When I go outside these days, it takes discipline for me to not focus on the things NOT growing well. I feel a sense of confusion and also that we "must be doing something wrong" since our peas, onions and spinach all seem to be struggling to really thrive (at least some plants...). But there is so much abundance all around us too and I know that I could learn just as much by focusing on what is thriving. What a surprise for Jason and Tala to find morels at Tangly Woods in recent weeks near the base of a dying elm. It's possible that some of the clearing we did for pig paddocks opened things up and disturbed the area such that the morels could flourish. Either way, we'd like to keep working to make conditions right for them to thrive. I believe there is a chance that morels could win me over on mushrooms! We'll see!

In the crawlspace under heaven,
in the landscape of a wounded heart,
I don't know where to start.

I've done the chicken chores the last three days, which has been a wonderful way to start the day. Jason is working on a major digging project (more or less moving a hill!) and the early morning hours are prime heavy work time as the weather warms. There are chicks of ALL ages to tend to. One of my favorite coops is the arch coop that Alida takes care of. I normally do chores well before Alida and so her chickens are quite hungry, meaning I usually have a following of 30+ birds as I head to the shed. This morning, I was nearly tripping over chickens to get out the door. If a human is walking past them with a bucket, that human is likely to have a whole flock following.

But the wild geese of Mary
pierce the darkness with a song
and a light that I've been running from
and running for so long.

The major gardening project of the last while has been prepping for the girls' popcorn planting, and then putting the little corn starts in the ground after hardening them off outside. This is new for us, so time will tell if we like this method. This is our attempt to both get ahead of the neighbors planting the GMO corn across the road AND to skip the stage when the sown corn kernels are attractive for chipmunks. We wish the little plants well. Alida and Terah's patches are filled and Kali's is partly planted. She will also seed another section later on (chipmunks haven't been as much of an issue in her patch). 
As their feathers spin their stories
I can still cling to my fears,
or I can run, but they come along
and we both disappear
just like all...

We continue to spend as much time outdoors as we can, including meals outside when it makes sense to do so. As in most years, the red buds ended way too soon for me. I enjoyed one last salad with a few sprinkled on this past week. We are enjoying outdoor fires whenever we can conjure up a good enough excuse to make one - and we had an excellent reason this past weekend when our friends M & W joined us, along with their three kiddos, for an afternoon/evening outside together. It was our first time all together since Covid started. We enjoyed making pizza pockets and s'mores over an outdoor fire. And clearly could have used a whole weekend camping together to even make a dent in catching up!
All these broken angels,
all these tattered wings,
all these things
come alive in me.

The other evening after getting the corn in the ground, we (after some of us sprawled on the grass for a bit) took a family hike up the hill behind our house to enjoy the sunset. The mayapples were forming a carpet in much of the woods and had just started flowering! But what Terah was most interested in was the large garlic mustards along the trail. Our Tangly Woods Great Garlic Mustard Pull had not ventured into the neighbor's woods, so there was plenty to grab as we passed by. Terah found some that were taller than her and got a bee in her bonnet to take them all the way up to the top with her, "just for the satisfaction of it." I had Jason write a whole bunch of things she said on that hike that were making my heart burst, but that index card, along with some others, went through the wash the other day so those quotes are literally washed away! She was chattering about the beauty all around us "welcoming" us. 
When we got to the top, that wasn't enough for her and she decided to cart her finds all the way home. Initially she was going to pick off the garlic mustard so Grandma could make bread, but since Grandma wasn't around, I planted the idea of her and Alida making bread. She was so dedicated to this plan that when we returned she planted herself on the front porch with a bowl and her plants and proceeded to carefully pull off all the leaves. It was very cute! The next day, with not too terribly much coaching, they pulled off a batch of garlic mustard rolls. Terah liked them. Alida, not so much. Garlic mustard does give a bit of a stronger flavor to the rolls, which I can enjoy, but it was too strong for Alida's tastes. Terah enjoyed them with her morning fried egg breakfasts. 
An empty frame against the madness,
like the fence line holds the fog at bay,
it's gonna roll in anyway.

In exchange for giving their farm interns a tour, our friends let Jason come and glean spinach from a large patch they planned to mow the next day. We are very happy to have 21 pints of frozen spinach in the freezer!
And, while our own spinach patch is not full of vibrant plants, there are some and Tala and I were able to harvest 3 picking buckets full this week, enough to fill the kitchen sink! We'll enjoy that fresh in salads in the coming week and fresh spinach dip is on the Sunday evening menu for tonight!
Draw the curtain across heaven,
cut the sky, a cold coyote moon
kills the season off too soon.

We are just a week out from graduation and the end of the semester. So it's the time of year when my family knows that I'm holding on by a thread. And it's another "odd year" in that many of the year end rituals will once again be done on zoom. EMU did hold walking ceremonies yesterday for both the class of 2020 and 2021 and a handful of our CJP graduates took part in those. We were able to host a very small outdoor gathering for some of the graduates that were eager to celebrate together in person. Our kids were happy to join in for Smiley's ice cream, and Terah was also eager to have 7 or so new people to talk to! I think for me there was a huge mixture of emotions - I feel glad in some ways to not be hosting a party for 75-100 and on the other hand there's nostalgia for times past and wishing that the place, inside and out, was buzzing with graduates, family and friends.

Are they sparks or are they embers,
fireflies or falling stars?
Are they fireworks that backfired?
Will they leave a scar?

This week is one in which we have been vigiling with Tala and her family as they journey with her grandmother who was hospitalized with Covid earlier this week. Words are so often inadequate to describe the complexity of the human experience of living and loving and letting go. While I have never had the privilege of meeting Tala's grandma in person, my life has been touched by hers in profound ways. My life is richer for having heard the stories of her courage, perseverance, love, compassion, dedication and commitment to her family, and her faith. 

Are they evening murmurations
that make me wish that I could fly,
or are they just trespassing satellites intersecting my night sky
just like all...

This morning we made corned beef and eggs in honor of Tala's grandma. We used the last of the white potatoes from last year's harvest and the first parsley from this year's planting. 

All these broken angels, 
all these tattered wings,
all these things come alive in me.

Following brunch 1/3 of us were ready to donate our hair again! Here's some before and after shots!
Their hair will be donated to Wigs 4 Kids in honor of Tala's grandma, who among many other things survived cancer against all odds 25+ years ago... Her life is an inspiration to all of us, and we hope above all else that she will know deep peace!

All these broken angels,
all these scary things,
all these dreams are alive in me.

Here's a link, if you wish to listen to Over the Rhine's Broken Angels.