Two years later........and now I have to learn how to blog again. When I started there were no IPhone apps or remote bla bla blas. So this will be fun. Last night I asked my wife, if blogging was dead? Should I even make the effort? her answer wasn't really a yes or a no. That's her way of being on the fence about it like me but wanting to give me an answer anyway.
The thing is, it's winter now. and after a very long and hard and wonderful season of farm stuff, its time to go into the cave. Its a time for reflection, and contemplation. Mental and emotional unpacking. I've got a lot to unpack. So whether anyone reads this or not is beside the point. With the season and the year coming to an end, I feel full or words.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Thursday, January 8, 2015
its all about the weather..
12 degrees, not bad if you’re dressed appropriately. Me,
long johns under my heavy grey Dickies, thick wool sock, boots, long sleeve
t-shirt under a short sleeve, under a sweater, under a flannel shirt under a
purple Carhart insulated jacket. Then there is the head, long wool scarf
wrapped around and around over my mouth and nose then the wool hat then hood of
coat pulled over. Only eyes showing. Then the gloves. Which hardly seem to
work, but I put them on anyway and out I go to check and feed every animal on
this farm starting with the baby goats who are the loudest and most demanding
of the lot.
Once I get out there I do okay, this morning I even got warm
and I could have spent more time outside maybe even start work but the timings
all wrong. I slept in a little and haven’t eaten breakfast! So back in I go,
back into the cozy yurt, strip down to my johns, make a pot of tea and scramble
up some eggs. Now after that, it takes all I have to pull on the gear and go
actually work! This is winter. However winter break is over. Its full steam
ahead! Less work hours in the day but important work to be done.
I received one of three seed orders in the mail this
morning. All of my seed orders are placed and over the next four weeks I’ll
have a propagation hut filled with seedlings of onions, celery, cabbage,
cauliflower, broccoli, and radicchio. That’s the first round then after the 14th
of February tomato seeds are started then pepper, then eggplant, fennel, and so
on. And every year I have the same thrilling excitement, even though I know
come July I’m going to be hot and sore every day until October. Still I can
hardly contain myself! So I won’t, I am bursting at the seams here! It’s fair
to say the bright sunshine isn’t hurting my mood either.
It feels good to have this. This gift of hope, of new
beginnings, of learning more. New Year’s Day happens four times a year; spring,
summer, fall and winter! Kind of an awesome way to live I think. I’m trying not
to think of the challenges I might face, the losses, the failures. At least
right now I just want to enjoy the feeling of this new jewel of opportunity.
This invitation to be a part of a system I barely understand. I’ll have plenty
of time to moan and groan in the future, right now I have resolve! And I’m
going to enjoy every second of it!
Now if you will excuse me I have 20 pounds of clothing to
put on!
Monday, December 29, 2014
I love
I love a piping hot bowl of oatmeal especially on a freezing
morning like this one. I take mine with about a quarter stick of butter, some
honey and a dribble or two of half and half, more preferably goat milk when the
girls are fresh. Two poached eggs always served with this breakfast, keeps the
hunger from coming too soon. I also love coming in after morning chores fingers
stiff and cold in spite of gloved hands warming up next to a blazing fire. And
while I’m talking about morning chores I love the quiet witness to the sunrise,
which this morning happened to be spectacular!
Sometimes I think the sun bears witness to us as much as we do to it and
that would make sense considering our regularity toward each other. I think its as glad to see me as I am to see it. Sometimes
and especially over the last few weeks it’s been cloudy but regardless I know
what lies behind the clouds and so do the animals I’ll be serving breakfast to
and that too, I love.
And while I’m talking about things I love; I love devouring
a good book, fiction or non, I’ll eat it up! It’s the only time of the year I
can lay in bed for as long as I wish and dive in. And walks, I love walks! I’m profoundly
blessed with miles of trails just outside my doorstep. Quiet crisp winter walks,
four big white dogs leading the way and clearing out any dangers that may await
me. Also I love those dogs, My LSG’s livestock guardians, taking care of the
goats and the chickens and the round heads of the farm. But while I’m talking
about dogs there are three other dogs that don’t necessarily take care of
anything or serve any great purpose other than dedicated companionship. I love
cuddles on cold winter nights.
And as I’ve mentioned round heads I love being married to
one. Up until two years ago I’ve rejoiced and celebrated countless other
marriages and catered a fair share of them too, always to know that this was a
gift and a privilege that would be withheld from me for reasons I accepted but
could not understand. I learned to be happy for others, but always felt not quite equal and this difference separated us deeply, and never did
most even give it a second thought. I
convinced myself it didn’t matter, my relationship was solid in love! it didn’t
require the blessing of law and a community I didn't even know. But I was wrong it did matter, more than
I could have ever imagined. I treat my vows and my marriage like the most
precious thing on this earth.
I love Tea, after breakfast sitting in silence just drinking
tea. Slowly. I consider each step from bringing the water up to temp, to
scooping the leaves, steeping and finally pouring and drinking a contemplative
practice. Sometimes I’m on a cushion or sitting in a chair looking out to the goat
pasture and pond. Tea is wonderful and I love it! I love my friends, once
strangers now indispensable. Our long talks on the phone, laughing, complaining,
gossiping and making plans that will change the world (for the better)! And I
love my small but lovely family. Distance does make the heart grow fonder and I
miss them. I love the sound ducks make as they fly off of the pond as I walk by and I love watching how still the Grey Heron stands ready at the edge.
When I wake in the wee hours I love the monkey like screams of the barred owls and the shrill calls of the coyote packs running through the pastures, woods and fields when the goats and chickens are safe in their barns. I love vegetables! from seed to plate. I love growing them,
taking care of them and then eating them or preparing them for others. No
greater gift I can give than to feed someone and I love feeding people.
I love the sound of my sharp hoe as it slices through weeds and grass. I
love the sight of a thriving garden. I spend a lot
of time by myself, sometimes I get lonely, but I love solitude.
There are so many things to love! When I first embarked on
this journey 11 years ago I gave up a lot of what I would call creature
comforts. I never would have imagined missing a bathtub so much! or living
in a house that was bug and dirt free, or having coffee shops and antique
stores just blocks away. But in leaving that life behind I realize that we
never seem to know what we really have until it’s gone. Now, all the things
I’ve come to love so completely are so simple and never does a day go by when
I take for granted the things I have today, no matter how less valuable they might have seemed in years past. The experiences, the things I see and witness,
the milestones, all accepted with humble gratitude.
If I were to go back to my old life in a big city I think my
heart would be broken and my soul would ache. I would have a big bathtub and have
nicer clothes and a steady job with a steady pay check, I wouldn’t count my
jar of change in January to buy a few staples, (I bought flour with dimes once) And I’d have a TV and broadband. I
wouldn’t have lists that included; 'cut fire wood' or 'fix fence'. I’d be protected
always from the elements, except when I decided to go skiing or sun bathing.
I would be miserable.
I love with all of my heart my life, and as long as I have
the privilege to live it I’ll treat it like the most precious thing on this
earth.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
A Christmas story....sort of
Christmas used to be a big deal for me, for all the obvious
reasons, more drinking, more eating, gift giving and receiving and time spent
with family (which would inevitably lead to more drinking). As I was growing up
my family’s tradition for many years was a gathering on Christmas Eve, a big
dinner, and then gift opening. On Christmas day my mother and I would go to a
movie and then Chinese food, which was my favorite! As all of us kids grew older
gift giving got smaller, the reality of economics. There was no pretending for
us any more, we were all trying to make a living, and we needed to make
Christmas more special for the now new little ones in our mists. Remember the
first time you realized on your own you were too old to go trick or treating?
instead you graduate to chaperone. Hard pill to swallow and now for Christmas
you’re no longer sitting at the kids table which you felt as though you didn’t
belong in the first place, but with that rite of passage come sacrifice. You’re
a big kid now. Forever.
As a consequence of growing older things start changing.
First it was my Uncle who died suddenly, and then it was my aunt who fell and
shattered her hip and was changed forever, but then my niece moved away, and my
mother began to show severe signs of Alzheimer's, finally I moved away and then
my sister was diagnosed with cancer and passed
two years after my mother. The drama of making it a “normal” Christmas became
unbearable. Our family dynamic was thrown out of its orbit.
Returning home to
be with my family became harder, financially yes, but to leave the farm during
the winter became another great pillar of stress. The last time I was in
Seattle for Christmas we had a blizzard in Oklahoma. Linda was alone on the
farm and we ended up losing two of our bucks. It was our first winter on the
farm and it was devastating. I vowed never to travel during these months. The
trauma still haunts us. Most people who live in cities can’t imagine what
living on a rural farm during a huge storm can be like. All of the animals, the
power, the stress of losing everything, not a good time to travel.
When I moved to Oklahoma I tried to create my own Christmas
tradition but it just wasn’t the same. It was empty, desperately lonely and
joyless. So I gave up Christmas, even starting hating it, almost to the point
of being an anti-theist. (that’s another story) When I met Linda things slowly shifted.
I began looking at Christmas from a more spiritual contemplative point of view.
We began our own tradition of spending Christmas Eve with friends who became
our family, and Christmas day at the movies! For Linda and I, no more tree, or decorations,
we generally don’t give gifts although a few gestures are made. The gift that
we share is quiet, is loving and peaceful.
Full of deep contemplation and finally yes Joy! This time of year is
when we take a sacred inventory of how we’ve served, how we managed. More about
Christ less about mas. Both of us have
been on long personal journeys trying to make sense of it all.
Christmas is still hard for me, I won’t lie. I know I am
loved and have wonderful people in my life and I’m so very happy for those
around me celebrating each in their own way, but there is an undeniable emptiness
within me where my mother, my aunt and my sister once took up residence. I know
each of them are not physically with me, but are never the less a large part of
me, I’m made from them. Blood, bone and spirit. But my craving for their words
and touch are more pronounced now than any other time of the year. This is the
beautiful and tragic consequence of having the privilege to grow older. I know
now because of this, there are many others experiencing the same thing. During
this time of the year many dear people in the world are struggling and
everywhere they turn are reminded daily of their loss, their loneliness, while
at the same time trying desperately to be cheerful and joyous.
I celebrate Christmas this year in the hopes that I and many
others who share this common pain of loss and loneliness that we experience our
own birth of grace, of faith and beauty beyond beauty, of compassion and
understanding, of silence and serenity. As a time to take a refreshing plunge into
all the gifts of friendships, the closest
and even the most superficial, and offer refuge and comfort to anyone who needs
it.
Merry Christmas
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Laying the ground work
As the old silver barn project comes to a close, (hopefully
by Sunday the milk goats will be chomping down on hay and settling in to their
new posh digs) I’m acutely aware of the next tasks that lay ahead, The garden.
Yes, soon I’ll be starting onion seeds, celery, then broccoli cauliflower and
then tomato, pepper, and eggplant by mid-February.
So winter, as it is a time of rest it’s also a time to lay
the groundwork for the spring and summer months, the months which produce 90%
of the farm’s entire year income. So yea, there a little bit riding on this.
But I always enjoy this time. It’s a time hope sprouts ideas and visa versa. I sleep in a little, linger in the fire warmth
of the yurt over coffee, I journal, I write and then the sun comes up and I do
the work that will hopefully make all of the difference come April.
I’m still trying to figure things out though. I’m constantly
trying to make improvements and sometimes the improvements I think I’m making
end up not to be so. Trial and error. The
challenge is catching it fast enough and being willing to change. To let go of
how or what I thought was going to work. This coming year my single biggest and
most important task is to gain a greater understanding of my soil. I know it’s all in the soil! Sometimes this
soil fools me and leaves me scratching my head in confusion. I do know this; the
soil on this land is very depleted of nutrients, everywhere. The drainage and erosion
are problems. So I’m dealing with a kid that has a lot of problems that stretch
back to many years of misuse and neglect. And here I am as best I can with very limited resources
trying to help. It’s been slow, but I have seen progress, I’m just hoping for a
magic bullet. Right.
I’ve had one person insist, I’m just not harnessing the soil and the landscape’s
potential, but they have never farmed a day in their life, only read books and stories
and seen a few u-tube videos, so of course they have the answers. They’ve never
stayed in a place long enough to listened to what the land is asking for, and
watched the ebb and flow of the seasons. The changes of temperature and rain
fall amounts over the years. Because
things change year after year, nothing ever is the same one year from the
next. Except for the hours of daylight
throughout the seasons and the earth’s rotation. (as far as I know at least).
For several years we might have sopping wet springs and very dry falls so we
learn how to adapt, then once we do we are then faced with several years of dry
springs and wet falls. Go figure. The only way to have a sense of resolve is to
keep trying. To keep listening, keep watching and to revel in the few successes.
So we brush the dust off our bones from the last season and
start again with a renewed sense of hope, of excitement and dreams. And
although we feel relaxed about things now we know there are storms ahead. No
denying it. There will be miserable days in the cold, miserable days in the
heat, but we’ll continue to push our limits and our strategy for staying alive
and well for as long as we have the privilege to do so, because we’ve seen the miraculous
days and the gratifying days and the days filled with joy and this knowledge is
the nutrients we need to grow and that’s how it works.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Little progress, big dreams
Okay so I have dreams, This is what I want my barn to somehow transform into but slow progress is being made on the old silver barn. It’s older than I thought. The slats that keep the thin corrugated metal sheets from caving in are warped badly and putting extra support beams in will require taking the old ones out and starting over which now gets a little more complicated, considering the height. A little above my skill level now. One side is really not that bad so I can let it go but the other side is going to require much more time and confidence then I currently have. So yea, the wheels are turning. But a short term fix is underway.
Right now I’m cleaning up around the outside, if the inside
wasn’t bad enough. As I do this I’m faced with this image of a junk collector
that must live here. Jeez why was I saving this? What was I going to do with
this piece of rotted wood anyway? I’m no hoarder just a sweep it under the
carpet, shove it in a closest, or put it under a tarp kind of gal so then it
just becomes part of the landscape. Okay no more of that! Seriously, those days
are over. As a matter of fact the huge pile of baling wire is going to the
metal recyclers this week! There is just the tiniest bid of anxiety that comes
with separating with the coveted baling wire, which holds more things together
around here than I care to reveal. But I have at least 100 more bales of hay to
recoup my losses.
I’m kind of in a little bit of a hurry. Not rushing things
because I really do want to do this right, but its December and the weather can
go either way. A snow storm could really thwart my efforts. But the weather has been rather agreeable. Go
figure. But I’ve lived here for a time now and I know better to think this
mildness will continue and I want the dairy goats tucked away in a safe warm
place. The sooner the better! Plus there are other projects to get too.
I do take some pride in the fact that 12 years ago I didn’t
even own a screwdriver. I think about the things I know how to do now and it
makes me smile. I always kind of had that DIY spirit, I’ve tiled and changed a
thermostat and replaced a toilet seat. But the level of my carpenter skills
have risen from nonexistent to just crappy, but in a pinch crappy will do just
fine! Every year I get a little better. Thanks to U Tube I can change the oil
in the tractor and a lot of other things. I really am so grateful for the
internet. I’ve come a long way. If they could see me now!
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