Turkey Tracks: My Bowl Runneth Over

Turkey Tracks:  June 29, 2014

My Bowl Runneth Over

My strawberries are coming in!

Here’s the first day’s pick–Friday.  Something over two quarts.  The bowl is large.

These berries are, if I remember right, called “Sparkle” and are renowned for their taste.

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The second day was even bigger.  I took a bigger bowl out to the garden.  Got around three quarts.

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Today, Sunday, a smaller pick, but the berries are still large, and the bushes are loaded with developing strawberries that are still green.

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I also cut the garlic scapes (delicious!) and will make a soup with them.  I made a chicken bone broth over the past two days.  And, I picked the heads off of each of the broccoli plants–now they will bush out and grow more heads.  Or so I hope.

Our first CSA pickup out at Hope’s Edge was last Friday.  We got the loveliest sack full of lettuce, greens, herbs, green onions AND three pounds of wintered-over potatoes–a tasty treat.  Get out the duck fat for frying some up!

It’s swimming HOT today.  But not so humid.  It’s the first solid summer heat we’ve had.

Yeah Summer!

Turkey Tracks: “Songbird” Quilt

Turkey Tracks:  June 25, 2014

Songbird Quilt

 

A baby quilt for a little girl!

Niece Lucy Howser Stevens was due in June with my great niece…

Here’s the fabric with which I started.  I fell in love with the large print last fall at Marge Hallowell’s Maine-ly sewing in Nobleboro, Maine, and knew I’d use it in a baby quilt.  Then, while at Maine-ly Sewing, at a January sale day, I saw these polka dot fabrics.  Of course they were NOT on sale!  As the large print was still in the store, I was able to determine that the polka dots would work.  Friend Gail Nicholson saw the BIG polka dots and said she was sure they would work really well with the little ones.  So I bought that fabric too.

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Here’s the finished quilt–which I sent off last week.  Five days to Wyoming…

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“Songbird” is a nice size, too–which you can tell when it’s on a queen-sized bed.

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Here are some close-ups:

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I like the low-contrast of many of the nine-patch blocks in this quilt as they allow the big print and some of the big polka dot fabrics to shine.

 

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Here’s the center:

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The backing is pink polka dot:

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And the pantograph was Anne Bright’s “12-inch Simple Feathers.”  I really like the soft, feminine curves in this pantograph.

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The quilting came out really nicely in this quilt.  I used a soft cream thread.

So there you have it:  “Songbird” quilt for a little girl, Willamina Grace, who, I hope, will sing through her life.

Turkey Tracks and Books, Documentaries, Reviews

Turkey Tracks and Books, Documentaries, Reviews:  June 23, 2014

Maine Summer Sky and Reading on the Back Deck

The Flame Throwers:  Rachel Kushner

 

For the past three mornings, I’ve spent a few hours reading on the back deck–drinking my early morning tea and moving from sun to shade and back as the heat dictates.

The morning sky has been that incomparable shade of blue that we get here in the summer:

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Around noon, the wind comes up and, sometimes, clouds blow in.  But the mornings…  Well, they are a delight.

In the late afternoon the temps start to drop–all the way to high 40s last night–which means glorious sleeping.

What have I been reading?

Our book club selection for July.

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I finished it today and will move on to something else.  For some reason, I seem to read more fiction during the summer.  Maybe that’s about slowing down and relaxing a bit.

This book is a New York Times bestseller–and for good reason.  It’s a dense, complicated, terrific read.

It was also one of the 10 best books of 2013, as picked by The New York Times.

And a National Book Award finalist.

The story takes place mostly in 1975-1977–in New York City and Italy.  Both were experiencing turbulent times, with a lot of labor unrest, anarchy, and pervasive challenges to “law and order” and the status quo.  Remember that 1968 was a year in which students all over the world (remember France?) famously protested  class inequities, the Vietnam war, loss of wages among the poor, and so on.  But that unrest continued for, obviously, a decade.

Reno thinks she is a “land artist”–which means she likes to create marks on the earth and photograph them.   What especially draws her are marks that chart speed/time and line–which involves motorcycles.   She falls into a company of very successful avant garde artists in New York City, but only in a “hanger on” sort of way.  Underneath is always already, the silencing of women and their reduction to sexual relationships.  The novel is much, much more complicated than these easy simplicities I am voicing here.

There are, in this novel, many riffs on language and the double meanings of words–or the loaded cultural baggage in words.  Here’s an example of one such riff–made and taped by one of the artists:

Home.  We say ‘home,’ not ‘house.’  You never hear a good agent say ‘house.’  A house is where people have died on the mattresses.  Where pipes freeze and burst.  Where termites fall from the sink spigot.  Where somebody starts a flu fire by burning a telephone book in the furnace.  Where banks repossess.  Where mental illness takes hold.  A home is something else.  Do not underestimate the power in the word home.  Say it. “home.”  It’s like the difference between ‘rebel’ and ‘thug.’  A rebel is a gleaming individual in tight Levi’s, a sneering and pretty face.  The kind Sal Mineo wet-dreams.  A thug is hairy and dark, an object that would sink to the bottom when dropped in a lake.  A home is maintained.  Cared for.  Loved.  The word home is savory like gravy, and like gravy, kept warm.  A good realtor says ‘home.”  Never ‘house.’  Always ‘cellar’ and never ‘basement.’  Basements are where cats crap on old Santa costumes.  Where men drink themselves to death.  Where children learn firsthand about sexual molestation.  But cellar.  A cellar is where you keep root vegetables and wine.  Cellar means a proximity to the earth that’s not about blackness and rot but the four ritual seasons.  We say ‘autumn,’ not ‘fall.’  We say ‘The leaves in this area are simply magnificent in autumn.’  We say ‘simply magnificent,’ and by the way, ‘lawn,’ not ‘yard.’  It’s ‘underarm’ to ‘armpit.’  Would you say ‘armpit’ to a potential buyer?  Say ‘yard’ and your buyer pictures rusted push mowers, plantar warts.  Someone shearing off his thumb and a couple of fingers with a table saw.  A tool shed where water-damaged pornography and used motor oil funneled into fabric softener bottles cohabitate with hints of trauma that are a thick and dark as the oil.

And on and on it goes.

Here’s the opening paragraph of The New York Times book review by Christina Garcia–followed by the url to the review:

In “The Flamethrowers,” her frequently dazzling second novel, Rachel Kushner thrusts us into the white-hot center of the 1970s conceptual art world, motorcycle racing, upper-class Italy and the rampant kidnappings and terrorism that plagued it. It’s an irresistible, high-octane mix — and a departure from the steamier pleasures of her critically acclaimed first novel, “Telex From Cuba.” The language is equally gorgeous, however, and Kushner’s insights into place, society and the complicated rules of belonging, and unbelonging, can be mordantly brilliant. None of the characters in “The Flamethrowers” are quite what they seem, fabricating pasts as nonchalantly as they throw together their art. Above all, they hunger to be seen, to distinguish themselves from the ordinary. One artist, responding to the question of why he invents, defends his florid lies as “a form of discretion.”

Garcia finds the novel’s ending chapters…disjointed.  I did not, though I see what she means.  I think when Kushner’s characters move aside their imaginative lives and touch down to earth, something is lost–for them.  That truth (what else is there?  is this all there is?) is the hard truth we all must face as we face our own mortality.  The two main characters have to…grow up…amidst the disjointed facets of their lives which are made more disjointed by chaos and violence.

Turkey Tracks: Making and Eating Jennifer McGruther’s Vanilla Mint Ice Cream

Turkey Tracks:  June 21, 2014

Making and Eating Jennifer McGruther’s Vanilla Mint Ice Cream

 

I am making Jennifer McGruther’s Vanilla Mint Ice Cream today.

If you have not heard about McGruther’s new book THE NOURISHED KITCHEN–or discovered her outstanding web site http://www.nourished kitchen.com–you are in for a treat.

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This homemade ice cream recipe uses real mint leaves, a vanilla bean, real cream, egg yolks, and so forth.  Here’s the url to Jennifer’s web site and this recipe.

Vanilla Mint Ice Cream — Nourished Kitchen.

I can’t wait to try the finished ice cream.  My cream mixture is upstairs cooling its heels in the refrigerator right now.

I’m not at all sure I had enough mint–when chopped it didn’t make a full cup.  I have had mint from my Georgia grandmother’s garden for over 40 years now–and brought the mint from Virginia to Maine when we moved ten years ago.  I almost lost it this winter, but have discovered a few sprigs coming along.  Thank heavens as this mint is unlike most I’ve seen–it’s really strong and full of flavor.  It used to be my job when I was little to run out to the garden to get sprigs of this mint for the iced sweet tea at dinner time–the main meal served at noon when we were at my grandmother’s.  For today, I supplemented with a package of mint from the store, and it was very disappointing as I think its “oomph” was long gone.   I also think I needed TWO packages…

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The long black strand is a vanilla bean cut in half and ready to go into the warmed cream.  You know, somehow I’ve never actually used a vanilla bean.  The smell in the kitchen after it steeped in the warm cream was…awesome!

I get local honey by the half-gallon, and it’s used as the sweetener.  There is no danger of using laundered, fake honey if you find your local bee keepers.  A recent story I ran across said that about 75 percent of the honey in grocery stores is laundered honey.  (See earlier blog posts on this subject.)  If you are buying honey in a store, look for these claims on the label:  raw, UNHEATED, and a geographical area that is inside the USA.  Be especially cautious if the honey comes from South America.

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Here’s my cream–after heating, it’s ready for the infusing ingredients, and after steeping, it will be strained and cooled.  Isn’t it the loveliest color?  It comes from local Jersey cows.  Wait until I add my egg yolks, which are soy free and a rich, deep color.

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I’m also adding a heaping Tablespoon of arrowroot powder as it’s good for you and helps make the ice cream even smoother.  That’s a trick I learned from Sally Fallon Morell, the recipe developer in the classic book NOURISHING TRADITIONS–a genre from which Jennifer McGruther draws, most likely, her title and nutrient-dense whole foods inspiration.

Hmmm.  Should I top this ice cream with a tiny bit of chocolate sauce???

YES!  And it was delicious!

So, see, making home made ice cream is not hard–especially when you have such a beautiful recipe.  Best of all, YOU control the ingredients and will be giving your family a nutrient-dense food that is beyond delicious as a special treat!!!

THANKS, JENNIFER McGRUTHER!

 

Turkey Tracks: My 100th Quilt: Centurion

Turkey Tracks:  June 20, 2014

My 100th Quilt:  Centurion

 

For those of you who have followed this blog over the winter, here are all the big hexies I mostly hand-sewed–and shared along the way–sewn into the quilt.  This pattern is from MATERIAL OBSESSIONS 2 by Kathy Doughty and Sarah Fielke.  There are two versions of ways to use these big hexies–all made with a little “kite”-shaped template.  This one is Kathy Doughty’s.  But I have to tell you that I love Sarah Fielke’s version as well and may well make it as a wall hanging one of these days.  I so enjoyed this project.  I wanted this 100th quilt to be something special, and I certainly think this quilt is spectacular.  If I had one thing to do over, it would be to make the border bigger.  Kathy did, and I wish I had made it 9 inches instead of 6 inches.  I’m not sure why I didn’t, actually…

Note that the rugs are out of the living room being cleaned.  They will be back next Friday, I think.  And in a few weeks, this couch will be replaced by one with a sort of cream-colored cotton slip-cover that can be washed.  This quilt will live in this room–and the picture above the couch–which dates from early on marriage–will be replaced with another picture or a quilt…

 

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Here’s a close-up of one block and the corner treatment.  I had so much fun picking out the fabrics for each block.  As this is still a “scrappy” quilt made from my stash–except for the borders and the connecting diamonds–I didn’t pay much attention to how the blocks would work together…  I just had fun with each one…  See the chickens and bees?

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Here’s a close-up of that connecting diamond.  The big blocks, ideally, if one read the directions carefully as someone now writing did not as she was too excited to see the whole block together, are NOT sewn together fully but left in half–which allows the long diagonal line to be sewn–which makes installing the diamonds a snap.

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I quilted with a cream thread with a pantograph called “12-inch Simple Feathers” by Anne Bright–and it was perfect.

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Here’s the backing fabric–which I thought about for the front big border until fellow quilter Jan Kelsey said she thought the gold fabric a better choice.  (Thanks Jan!)

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I am looking forward to seeing someone curl up under this quilt with a book!  Remember, think cream slip covers…

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Turkey Tracks: Visiting Charleston, SC: Part III

Turkey Tracks:  June 18, 2014

Visiting Charleston, SC:  Part III

 

Son Mike, DIL Tami, and their youngest daughter picked me up on Wednesday morning.

We dropped off my suitcase and headed out for Middleton Plantation where we had a fabulous Southern lunch buffet style.  My plate carried fried chicken, collard greens, corn pudding, cornbread, green salad, and cole slaw.  There was, of course, sweet tea.

After lunch we had a fascinating tour of the remaining house–the original main house was destroyed in the Civil War.  I thought our Bryan family might have had a tenuous connection to the Williams family who brought Middleton to the Middleton family through the marriage of Mary Williams to Henry Middleton, but at first glance I can’t find the Bryan connection to the low country plantations.  The Bryan’s settled originally in the Albemarle, Virginia, coastal area, but spread south as numerous children came along.  Oh well, that’s a project for another day.

Here’s a nice picture–taken just above the “butterfly” lakes, with the Ashley river in the background.  This would have been the view from the main house.

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The grounds have a lot of farm animals–and a peacock, too.

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How special to have time on a Wednesday with two people who work!

On Thursday, this guy “graduated” from a lower group of Montessori grades to a higher unit–which involves getting new teachers for the next few years.

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He’s grown very tall since last summer.  As has his older brother.

We had a terrific nature tour of the inland waterway and a deserted barrier island on Friday.  And here I slacked off as I did not take the camera with me.  As a result, I have no pictures of two of these grandchildren.  How dumb is that?

I do have a picture of the new puppy dog–a golden doodle:

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Honey DOES NOT SHED, is like an otter in the water, loves to play with the children, and is as soft as velvet.  Wow!  I suggested she go home with me to Maine but got no takers for that idea.

I had a lot of really good beach time with these children–including riding waves one day with the older ones.  There were many memorable meals–Mike is a terrific cook and made me GRITS topped with a pot roast stew and fabulous steaks.  There was a really fun and delicious dinner out for just the adults one night.  And, as with Bryan’s family, the time flew by and it was time to go home.

The boys will be coming up to Maine in August for a sailing camp–Mike will bring them–so we will have fun here as well.

It was a good visit, and I miss them all already!

Turkey Tracks: Visiting Charleston, SC: Part II.

Turkey Tracks:  June 18, 2014

Visiting Charleston, SC:  Part II

 

The second stop was to my son Bryan’s home.

The plan:  help Bryan with my two youngest granddaughters while Corinne attended a family wedding in Dallas, Texas, over the weekend.

Older sister models Cinderella shoes for me:

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Baby sister is Daddy’s Girl:

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Bryan and I survived until Sunday noon when Mommy came home.

Bryan made terrific meals for the girls and for us.  Here’s Big Sister’s dinner one night:

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Big Sister LOVES puzzles and works five or six each night before bed.  She needs no adult help:

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I love these 2 by 4-feet puzzles as well and will try to find her more of them.  They offer some really good learning opportunities in many ways.

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Corinne and I took the girls to the Charleston Aquarium on Monday and to the big Charleston library for a free, live performance of a “Puss and Boots” story–part of the big Spoleto/Piccolo annual festival in Charleston.

I am very impressed by how much live theater for children is occurring these days.

The girls love this big library–and we went home loaded down with books.

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The time we had together flew by…

This crew will be coming to Maine in September.

Turkey Tracks: Visiting Charleston, SC: Part I

Turkey Tracks:  June 18, 2014

Visiting Charleston, SC:  Part I

 

My family lives in Charleston, SC.

I live in Camden, Maine.

We visit back and forth, and I just came home from a family visit.  This visit was divided into three parts.

One goal this trip was to spend some time with Tara Derr Webb of the Farmbar and Deux Puces (two fleas) farm.   See url:  thefarmbar26.com.

Tara, in age, is exactly between my sons, who are 14 months apart.  She picked me up at the airport, and before too long, we were sitting on her dock–free for a moment as Tara’s husband Leighton volunteered to put the goats to bed.

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Here’s our view–back to the house:

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This kind of marsh grass is vital to the health and well-being of “the low country”–whose marshes and marsh creeks team with life.  The green is this year’s growth; the brown, last year’s.

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Part of what Tara and I did was to mount a lacto-fermentation workshop–so we shopped for food most of one day.  A crucial stop was Grow Food Carolina, which is a local wholesale produce distributor that supports farmer’s within a 120-mile radius of Charleston. There we got boxes of beautiful greens.

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A group of nine or so women came to the farm for the workshop.  Some were cooks, and some were artisans or entrepreneurs who will mount events at the farm featuring their work over the next year.  All, I hope, will enjoy the food they took home and will pass on what they learned.

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In any case, they all seemed to enjoy the event.

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Tara has forgotten more about food than I will ever know, so it’s always fun to eat/cook with her.  We made a number of meals, but we also visited a number of Charleston’s local restaurants.  One such was the newly opened Leon’s, which was delightful.

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We also had, one day, a great hamburger at Sweetwater Cafe–where we sat outside at picnic tables.  The potato salad was so special.  And Five Loaves was another treat.

It’s a good thing I don’t actually live in Charleston as I would probably be a diabetic in two months time as the sweet tea is so delicious.

Tara has big, big plans for the Farmbar and Deux Puces.  It’s going to be a lot of fun to see how she develops her ideas in the years to come.

Interesting Information and Turkey Tracks: Weed/lawn Chemicals

Interesting Information and Turkey Tracks:  June 1, 2014

Weed/lawn Chemicals

 

Here’s a really lovely column from my neighbor Marina Schauffler on using lawn chemicals and weed killers.  This column appeared in the Maine Sunday Telegram today.

http://www.pressherald.com/life/Sea_change__Create_a_thriving_backyard_community_.html

 

Here’s an attempt to paste the column–not always easy with the ipad…

 

Sea Change: Create a thriving backyard community
See your yard as habitat, not lawn.

By Marina Schauffler

Landscape planners encourage us to visualize the area around our homes in terms of rooms that act as external living spaces. If we extend this idea, going beyond visions of upscale patios with grill stations, we can see our yards as habitats that help supply what we need to thrive: food, water, community and beauty.

Consider starting with “edible landscaping” – plants that provide fruits, blooms, roots and greens to enjoy through the growing season. Foraging opportunities include plants that typically have only decorative use – like daylilies and wild beach rose. Ample guidance exists for those seeking to create edible yards, thanks to the tireless efforts of Scarborough’s Roger Doiron, founder of Kitchen Gardeners International (kgi.org), and book authors like Rosalind Creasy and Lee Reich.

To generate abundant food, your backyard habitat will need consistent water. Gutters and rain barrels can capture downpours and help redirect water to plants during dry spells. Mulching with materials like shredded leaves or composted wood chips can help the soil hold moisture, and reduce the number of uninvited plants that take up residence. Mulching also helps feed the staggering number of microorganisms that share in the habitat underfoot: one square yard of healthy soil can contain more than a billion bacteria, fungi, nematodes, earthworms and other creatures reliant on organic matter. To keep them happy, factor a “compost room” into your yard design if you can, or sign up for a service like Garbage to Garden that takes away food scraps and delivers finished compost.

Many species that live within backyard habitats contribute to the health of the whole in ways we’re only beginning to understand. It helps, therefore, to approach yard management with humility – striving to observe carefully, learn continually and consider the essential needs of other creatures. In her book “Suburban Safari,” South Portland writer Hannah Holmes characterizes this as a move from “biological boss” to “benevolent dictator.”

In an increasingly developed and polluted world, our yards need to be a safe haven. Consider, for example, a pair of warblers that takes up residence in a nearby bush. They’ve migrated thousands of miles, possibly from wintering grounds compromised by deforestation. That journey, made more challenging by light pollution, may have been through areas of drought where food and water were scarce. Their grassy nest is interwoven with ubiquitous plastic trash. Will the yard they rely on for insects be doused with toxic lawn-care  products?

If we take a communal view of our yards and acknowledge the needs of all the resident creatures, applying pesticides becomes a short-sighted and untenable choice. By definition, habitats are places that foster life, so deliberately introducing a far-reaching agent of death produces a fundamental conflict. E.B. White described this paradox in his 1949 poem “Pasture Management” (see sidebar) about the herbicide 2,4-D. Still a common ingredient in lawn-care products (with more than 40 million pounds applied annually in the US), 2, 4-D is linked in numerous studies to groundwater contamination, wildlife die-offs and non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.

As White demonstrates, taking a more benevolent view of our fellow species moves us beyond the spray-bottle illusion that we can eliminate unwanted “pests.” When we see ourselves as part of an interdependent community of organisms, we gain confidence that imbalances will rectify themselves if we foster the health and resilience of the whole. That principle applies in our yards, and in our watersheds – where our backyard actions have impacts far downstream.

 

PASTURE MANAGEMENT

E. B. White

Down below the pasture pond,
O’er the lovely lea,
I went spraying bushes
With 2,4-D.

(For young, susceptible annual weeds,
apply one to two pints per acre.)

I had read my bulletins,
I was in the know
The two young heifers
Came and watched the show.

(Along ditches and fence rows, use 2,4-D when weeds
are in a succulent stage. Won’t harm livestock.)

Rank grew the pasture weeds,
The thistle and the bay;
A quiet, still morning,
A good time to spray.

(Control weeds the easy way with Agricultural Weed-No-More –
not by chemical burn but by hormone action.)

Suddenly I looked and saw
What my spray had found:
The wild, shy strawberry
Was everywhere around.

(An alkyl ester of 2,4-D is produced by
reacting alcohol with the raw 2,4-D acid.
The result is an oily liquid that sticks to weed leaves.)

What sort of madness
Little man is this?
What sort of answer to
The wild berry’s kiss?

(Any 3- or 4-gallon garden pump-up sprayer
can be used, after the standard nozzle
has been replaced with a new precision nozzle.)

It seemed to me incredible
That I’d begun the day
By rendering inedible
A meal that came my way.
All across the pasture in
The strip I’d completed
Lay wild, ripe berries
With hormones treated.

(The booklet gives you the complete story.)

I stared at the heifers,
An idiot child;
I stared at the berries
That I had defiled
I stared at the lambkill,
The juniper and bay.
I walked home slowly
And put my pump away.
Weed-no-more, my lady,
O weed no more today.
(Available in quarts, l-gallon and 5-gallon cans, and 55-gallon drums).

— E.B. White, “Poems & Sketches of E.B. White”

A BETTER BACKYARD HABITAT

1. Learn more about ecological practices to foster healthy lawns and gardens at sites like
http://www.yardscaping.org
and
http://www.cascobay.org/bayscaping
Visit the yardscaping demonstration garden along the Back Cove in Portland.
2. Think soil health before lawn care. Take a soil sample – kits are available through county Cooperative Extension offices – and build organic matter (leave grass clippings on the lawn and top-dress each season with a quarter-inch of fine compost).
3. Avoid a summer buzz cut: Mow at a height of 3 inches since taller grass withstands drought better and helps shade weed seeds.
4. Create diversity: Consider replacing some of your turf with native plants, flowering shrubs and groundcovers.
5. Go native: Avoid botanical thugs like purple loosestrife, burning bush and Asiatic bittersweet. Read “Gardening to Conserve Maine’s Native Landscape” at http://www.umaine.edu/publications/2500e/
6. Look online to find the Material Safety Data Sheet for any substance you (or your lawn-care firm) might apply. For reference, read “The Organic Lawn Care Manual” by former Maine resident and Safe Lawns founder Paul Tukey.

Marina Schauffler, Ph.D., is a writer and environmental consultant who runs Natural Choices (naturalchoices.com). She is also a volunteer Master Gardener.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turkey Tracks: I’m in Charleston

anTurkey Tracks:  May 27, 2014

 

I’m In Charleston

 

Hello Everyone,

 

I’m in Charleston–and will be for the next two weeks.

I’m visiting my two sons, who live two blocks from each other on Isle of Palms–which is just north of Charleston harbor.  AND, I’m staring my visit with my old young friend Tara Derr Webb and her husband Leighton Webb of Awendaw, SC.  They are the owners of the Farmbar project (farm to table food and the products of the most amazing farms and fiber makers) and of Deux Peuces Farm (two fleas–they are the two fleas).  Tara falls in age between my two sons, so I’ve known her almost as long as I’ve known them–minus a decade maybe.

Tara and I are working on her farm–there will be a workshop later today to make lacto-fermented foods and to teach others from the Farmbar community to make them.   And we are off in a minute to round up the food for the workshop.  I came prepared with books (Sandor Ellis Katz’s WILD FERMENTATION, for one) and a handout that includes gut health issues and information about The Weston A. Price Foundation.

This morning we shared this page from Thich Nhat Hanh’s HOW TO SIT:

DOING LESS

Many of us keep trying to do more and more.  We do things because we want to make money, accomplish something, take care of others, or make our lives and our world better.  Often we do things without thinking, because we are in the habit of doing them, because someone asks us to, or because we think we should.  But if the foundation of our being is not strong enough, then the more we do, the more troubled our society becomes.

Sometimes we do a lot, but we don’t really do anything.  There are many people who work a lot.  There are people who seem to meditate a lot, spending many hours a day doing sitting meditation, chanting, reciting, lighting a lot of incense, but who never transform their anger, frustration, and jealousy.  This is because the quality of our being is the basis of all our actions.  With an attitude of accomplishing, judging, or grasping, all of our actions–even our meditation–will have that quality.  The quality of our presence is the most positive element that we can contribute to the world.

Here’s a not-so-great picture of Tara on her porch this morning–in between chores.  I will take pictures while I am here for later–the ipad isn’t so great for the blog.

 

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