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February 1, 2020 -- Welcome to February!
We're quite settled into winter with two feet of snow on the ground, plenty of wood in the woodshed, paths that are packed down well enough we don't have to use snowshoes, involved in numerous indoor projects, and enjoying playing a variety of tunes and songs, both new and old. I like this relaxing time of year. While Steve's been working on his bowl, planning additions to his most recent boat, and doing website work I've mostly had two main projects (and, of course, many little ones!) - creating a computer database for my expanding orchard, which will hopefully be easier to manage than sorting through likewise expanding folders and paper; and knitting.
Four years ago I knitted an "in the round" cardigan sweater of my own design. It was a bit of an ambitious project since I mostly knit socks and mittens, but it turned out (after a bit of fine tuning). I was happy with it and have worn it often. It had one feature, however, that I thought would be a good idea but turned out to be not so. The initial reasoning was fine but somewhat limiting. What really prompted me to make the sweater initially was the Manistique Farmers Market where we play music every week from May into September. Any place in the U.P. can be chilly any day of the year, summer included. But Manistique's location on Lake Michigan gives it an added bonus of some nice brisk cold winds. I can leave home in shorts and tshirt then have to change into longjohns and wool toque when we get to town. But there are some really warm days, too, so no complaints. After all, there's hardly ever any snow that time of year.
That's why I knitted myself a warm wool cardigan. And since my mind (rather narrowly) was focused on something that would work well with playing my guitar I decided I wanted fairly tight sleeves. Both to keep the material away from the strings and to fit comfortably under a windbreaker or another jacket. So that's the way I made it. It was comfortable for both those reasons. But, turns out, it didn't slip on or off so easily over a long sleeved shirt, which is also a common item of clothing worn. And when one is also wearing a guitar on a strap, and connected by one or two cords to various sound equipment, being easy-on-easy-off without having to take everything off (instrument and equipment, not clothes) is a real nice feature for changing weather and comfort. And I did wear it at other times, too.
So I decided to redo the sleeves. Which gave me the opportunity to change the design, which for me is the most fun part of knitting. I love planning it out on paper then seeing how it turns out in the wool. One big consideration was that I didn't have any more of the main light heather yarn. The downstate sheep farm that raised and had spun the wool (and made really great yarn!) was no longer doing so. I did have plenty of the colored yarn though so I designed using more color. But it necessitated carefully unraveling (or is it raveling?) the current sleeves to save all the light heather that I could so the sleeves would still appropriately match the main body of the sweater.
And one sleeve is done! I'm happy with the design, and the new sleeve
fits well. Tight enough and loose enough. Sigh of relief. The photo
shows the initial tight sleeve and the redone looser sleeve. The pattern
on the newly knitted part will show better when washed and blocked.
Today I'm starting February by starting the second sleeve. I'll be happy
to have the sweater once again available for wearing. It gets kind of
cold in the winter, too.
January 24, 2020 -- Still ...
I came across some minor soft spots in the top of both end loops (see my
previous post) and decided that they just were not solid enough to keep
in the bowl so the loops are gone. I have carved their inside areas into
rough button-shapes aligned with the tops of the support legs as you can
see in the lower photo.
January 19, 2020 -- Enjoying the Storm
What a beautiful storm we just had. Widespread, I think everyone in the Upper Midwest got to participate. Nice soft, fluffy snow here which wind drifted and
January 17, 2020 -- Still carving ...
It is beginning to look more like a bowl. I have a couple of good-sized
bins full of aromatic black cherry chips to show for all the work, and
of course, the bowl. The sides are currently about 1/2" thick on their
way down to about 1/4" near the rim and 3/16" nearing the bottom.
January 10, 2020 -- Bowl progress.
Just a quick update to let you know that I am still working on this
black cherry bowl. Although it doesn't look a lot different than the
last post I have removed about a half-bushel of chips since then. The
yellow arrow points to the area where I did a test plunge cut between
the base and the body of the bowl to be sure that the bottom on each
side of the base was close to the same level. It came out pretty close.
Any minor offset will be cleaned up as I refine the shape of the bottom
of the bowl.
January 7, 2020 -- Oud restoration is complete.
Referring back to my December 30 post, the oud is ready to go to its new
home. The neck joint is solid but not wanting to push my luck I did end
up installing a set of six classical guitar strings. I'm including an
un-notched spare nut blank and a second set of strings so if the owner
wants to add them she can. The oud sounds quite mellow tuned as it is, a
fourth below standard guitar tuning. The instrument has violin style
friction tuning pegs and they also limit the string tension range.
From 'in pieces' to the music room for less than a $15 investment plus,
of course, several hours in the shop. Time to get to work on an old diatonic
'Cajun' accordion I picked up at Goodwill. The fun goes on!
January 6, 2019
Last fall I noticed these unusual trees along our woods. They looked like they were in full bloom though it was October. While others were dropping their leaves these were doing something else. The tops were full, of not only the usual autumn colored leaves but something more. On closer inspection they weren't doing anything unusual, really, they were just going all out and doing it with prolific abandon. And it wasn't a rare unknown tree, but our common, and loved, Ironwoods. And they had done what trees naturally do, they grew seeds. But this year was a bumper crop and then some. We didn't remember seeing anything like it before. We have a good number of the small (compared to the others) wonderfully shaped trees and they usually just blend in nicely with all the others. But this was their year to stand out, and they did, in spite of being a small tree in a world of large brightly multi colored maples and cherries and bass and birch. Their branches were full to capacity with their unique clumps of seeds. They were in bloom, in a different way, and getting ready to fill the forest understory with little Ironwoods. I didn't take any photos but we sure admired them often.
When we got our big snow the first of December we started noticing the Ironwood seeds on the ground, the light paper-thin encased seed scattered like natural confetti across the wind-blown snow. It was fascinating, and beautiful. We often don't have snow that early so the seeds would not be noticeable on the camouflaged forest floor. But one couldn't miss these. Every day more seeds, from different trees, they seemed to be taking turns. And they didn't let loose of all of them at once, it was a sporadic here and there event throughout the winter months.
Finally the end of December I took photos. The trees had let go of a good portion of their seeds but there are still some left. This makes sense for them, of course. By spreading seed in both time and space there is a better chance for some to germinate and grow. But it also is a boon for the smaller creatures of the forest, a continuing buffet of seed to eat, and us to admire.
January 1, 2020 -- A New Year's project ...!
For many years one of my main winter activities was to
carve wooden spoons and bowls. Between us Sue and I have
carved over 1,200 spoons and I created dozens of hand
carved bowls. Many of those spoons and bowls were sold
at art fairs back in the late 80's and 90's and through
local art galleries. We also sold many spoons from our
web site. I have been very fortunate to have some of my
larger bowls purchased by collectors and some have ended
up in museum collections.
December 30, 2019 -- It's an Oud!
A friend and fellow fiddler acquired an older oud (Middle-Eastern
stringed instrument) that had been discovered in a mutual friend's
basement. It was in pretty
rough shape with the head broken off, the fretwork in the main soundhole
damaged and multiple open cracks in the top and body. Thankfully the
neck break was pretty clean and the soundhole parts were rattling around
inside the body of the instrument - along with a significant number of
bunnies. I do the maintenance on her fiddles so she though maybe I could
bring the oud back to life.
December 21, 2019
Happy Winter Solstice!
December 7, 2019 -- Fun Playing Music
Yesterday we had a wonderful time playing with our friends Tom Caron and Sharon Vierk at the U.P. Steam & Gas annual "Christmas in the Village" in Escanaba. It was a chilly, snowy but storm-free evening, and a lot of people of all ages came out to wander around this old-time village in the corner of the U.P. State Fair grounds, checking out the many small shops and displays, riding the festively lighted wagon behind an appropriate nice old tractor. Steve and I were involved back in the late 80's when the "village" was a few rough built shops and a great old steam engine driven saw mill, a shingle mill, a large impressive steam tractor, blacksmith shop, and enthusiastic "old timers" (who mostly weren't all that old!). During their annual Labor Day event, and a few other times, folks would bring their old engines and tractors to display (which they still do). We built a woodworking shop, nailing up rough hemlock boards, hauled fresh from the pile fresh from the working sawmill. The design included an attic where we could stay overnight. It was a fun time, making hand carved spoons, using the treadle lathe, talking to folks. But life was very full and we bowed out after some years, other folks taking over and using the shop.
So thirty years later bass player Tom said, "What do you think about playing at Christmas in the Village?" Well, we thought it would be fun, they were happy to have us, so play we did. The Village is now full of all sorts of shops, side streets, lights, electricity - quite a change! A few years ago they built a chapel with both heat and seating, something very appreciated by folks walking around outside in the cold. That's where we played, a bit chilly but definitely warmer than playing outside! We had a great group of folks of all ages, coming and going, singing along or not, listening, warming up. What a cheery way to spend the evening.
Then today, this afternoon, Steve and I get to do it again at the annual Garden Gallery Village Artisans annual silent auction fund-raiser, in Garden, an event full of friends, incredible snacks, wine, bidding, warmth, and, of course, music. How lucky we are for it all.
December 1, 2019 -- 20 in 20
That is, 20 inches in 20 hours. Apparently Nature decided it was time to just get at it and start winter, and no doubts about it, no messing with just a few inches here and there. We went to bed Saturday night with about 4" on the ground, a reasonable amount for this time of year. Then it started snowing, and didn't stop for 20 hrs. Monday morning we awoke to a changed world with 24" on the ground (and everything else). Maybe a bit overdone, but it sure is beautiful. And we are very snug in the house with that thick blanket of insulation helping to keep us warm. Today also came with beautiful clear skies and sunshine. A wonderful contrast to the day before, and very good for this solar house. It was also a good day to be outside making our way through that beautiful snow, welcoming December in northwoods homestead style.
November 28, 2019
Outside or Inside
We Wish You a Very
November 13, 2019 -- The Last Krauts
A blustery, wintery blowing snow day. Though it didn't add very many inches to the snow on the ground it did keep us from driving north to play old-time music with friends at Falling Rock Cafe. in Munising. Since they recently had gotten 20-24 inches we decided to play music at home instead. But it also seemed like a good day to transfer the most recent batch of sauerkraut (#4), made two weeks ago, into jars. This one was made with just green cabbage, some apple and caraway seed. It has a real nice, mild flavor which I like. It will develop a stronger "kraut" flavor with time though. We're eating red-green kraut #2 right now (made end of August) but I dipped into #3, all green, to see how it was doing. Very nice, mild, gentle texture. The onion flavor I'd noticed earlier has mellowed and it's very good eaten straight, not mixed in salad or dinner.
Since the busy crock was now empty I sliced up the last of the cabbages, picked a month ago before the temps dropped and stored in the root cellar. They were all small, two red & one green, but together made a nice batch of kraut. I decided to again go with just some apple and caraway seed (and salt, of course). So I think we now have enough sauerkraut to get us through the winter. Actually, I don't know how long it will last nor how much we will eat so it will be interesting to see how that turns out. Meantime we're enjoying the extra taste and crunch in our salads and additional flavor to potato dishes. The jars are pretty in the root cellar as well!
(note - November 27 - I transferred this last batch of kraut to
jars; the flavor is good as is the texture. Interesting, it turned out
to be a very intense red-purple, much darker than the end of August all
red cabbage kraut.)
November 8, 2019 -- Seasonal Change
The first snow melted and we had a number of days to do those last minute outdoor jobs. It felt good and we both finished every last thing on our lists. Steve topped up the now full wood shed, and cut some dead fir trees to add a few more props to the largest outbuilding (last year's record snow still in mind - the roof made it through that in good shape but there were some uneasy days as the snow built up). We'd rather not have that much snow this year but one never knows. Splitter and mowers and trailers and such, including boats, readied and stored, each finding a spot to comfortably ride out the winter inside.
I added some additional mulch to garden plants and roots, dug up some brussels sprouts to store in a bucket of sand in the root cellar to extend their harvest, and took an appreciated walk on bare (though now frozen) ground. Timing was good. Yesterday afternoon the snow returned, Steve left the car in the garage at the top of the hill, just in case, and we woke this morning (Friday) to a cold 3 degrees! That was a bit of a surprise. We were very thankful we had a few inches of snow to insulate. Today's walk was in snow boots but no need for the snowshoes yet, hanging ready by the door for when the time comes.
November. The snow may go and come and go, or it may just stick around
now. Temps may get above freezing again, or may not. But we're ready for
the changeover and are settling in to a focus on indoor projects. At the
top of my list was to process and store the garden seed crops and herbs
that had been drying on racks and lines since being harvested late
summer. It was a dusty several day job but quite satisfying. They are
all stored now, the seeds in a tin and herbs in their jars in the
pantry. The seeds for planting next spring (lettuce and spinach and
carrot this year), the herbs for eating all year. The only one left to
take care of is the dry beans. Thankfully they are very patient but I
think I'll get to them tomorrow.
October 29, 2019 -- Magic!
night our world changed. We awoke to this beautiful scene out our
windows. It wasn't a surprise, or at all unusual, but the first snow of
the season always feels new and exciting. Even better, we had spent a
good day yesterday finishing up a good number of pre-winter chores - the
biggest being the final load of firewood cut, split and stacked. The
woodshed is full of dry wood and there is a nice long stack of green
wood drying out in the field. The garden is all set, carrots getting
their final layer of mulch to keep them safe and unfrozen through the
winter, the strawberries, garlic and seed onions likewise. A few days
ago I put the last hardware cloth cage around trees and shrubs in the
orchard to keep hungry voles from their tender, and apparently tasty,
bark. All sorts of odds and ends on our to-do lists were crossed off
during these recent mild days and it felt very good to know we were
ready for that snow. It wasn't that big of a snow, 2", wet and sticky,
and it melted a lot today. So winter isn't really here, but it is almost
November. Temperatures are lowering, winter-wear is out, and we're ready
for the real snow whenever it comes. Though we really prefer it to wait
a couple more months!
October 24, 2019 -- And the Leaves Fell ...
A week ago we were surrounded above our heads by a dizzying bright cloud of all shades of yellow-gold as the trees turned their leaves into bright candelabras, set off by dark green evergreens, maroon-red brambles, brown ferns, and dark limbs. Incredibly beautiful, we stopped and admired every time we stepped outside. Being "that time of year" the leaves started letting go one by one, flying or floating down as was their desire. Then a few mid 20's nights and a few days (and nights) of strong gusty winds and the air was filled with a flurry of leaves and the ground started collecting its fall carpet. A lot of leaves held out though, some still in the green-turning-yellow phase, others simply not ready to go yet. There was bright color everywhere, high and low.
Then, one of those gales of November came early, inland as well as on the Lakes, and our world changed in a day. Tall trees were suddenly mostly bare of their upper leaves and the ground so full of bright colors it is hard to find our usual paths through the woods. The gusts made windrows of leaves here and there and the sound of the wind through the trees noticeably changed. The bushes, brambles and smaller trees weren't so affected so it isn't a sparse winter look outside but rather a lowering of the fall colors, still very bright and awesome, just in a different way. And there are still some large trees fully clothed, some not even changed color yet. It IS still October, not December.
The smell of fresh fallen leaves, the sound (and fun) of shuffling
through rustling drying leaves (a small chipmunk can sound like a large
deer in those leaves!), it's just an amazing time of year. Sometimes it
lasts many weeks, sometimes not, just depends on the weather, but it's a
special treat either way. I love leaf-fall, in the woods, in our yard,
and (after a bit of work) as mulch in the garden and orchard.
October 20, 2019 -- Boating season is over ...
We finally have decided that summer is over and with below freezing
temperatures in the near forecast it was time to put the boats away
until spring. We did get a few chances to get out on the water this fall
and the paddling and rowing trips integrated nicely with our homestead
projects. The rack I made for carrying Sue's kayak on the trailer with
the rowboat has worked out nicely. The two wooden supports easily
drop into the front of the cockpit and the bow hatch; their feet are
large enough to spread out the load and to hold them in place in the
boat. The kayak is light enough that it is easy to lift onto the rack.
We use a couple of sets of cam-buckle straps (four in all) and fore/aft tie-downs to
hold the two boats in position and they handle highway speeds just fine.
October 17, 2019 -- Moving Day
With temps forecast for the low 20's it was time to move some plants into the greenhouse for the winter. Sometimes I simply dig some of them out of the garden right into their indoor bed. This year I managed to plan ahead and potted up plants that were to move, in addition to transplanting small lettuce and spinach seedlings into flats to go on the front bench. These had all been waiting in a cold frame and cart for the moving day. Every year I try something a little different for the deep bed along the house side. It's fun to imagine how the plants will grow. No matter that the little ones seems a bit lost in the space allotted for them; I know that in a month or so they will fill out and be holding hands with their neighbors. I've put up bamboo (sent to me some years back from my nephew in Texas) stakes for the nasturtiums to climb and hopefully keep them from over running others. They do like to travel but they are a cheery bunch.
We're still eating lettuce and spinach from the garden, safe in cold frames that can be closed up on those cold, windy days and colder nights. But it won't be long when those give in to the frost and freezes and I move my harvests to the plants inside. They keep us in salads all winter. And the flowers - calendula, nasturtium, marigolds, daffodils - lift our spirits during the long winter. It's an annual happening on the homestead, one that marks the passage from beautiful fall to that "late fall early winter" time that says it's definitely time to get those pre-winter chores done. It may be mild well into December, or winter could descend upon us tomorrow. One of those things that makes living up here so interesting.
October 11, 2019 -- A Wild Array
This year's apple saga is winding down. I harvested the Haralsons a few days ago (14#, a smaller harvest but a very nice crop - it's a variety that tends towards one year on, one year off and this is its "off" year), we pressed our second batch of cider, another nice and delicious 4 gallons, canned it today, and there is now room in the root cellar for the potatoes (dug yesterday, before today's/night's big rains). Black Oxford is still on the tree, there is a crate of Beacons waiting to be sauced along with the oldest Dudleys, and several crates of the best and freshest for fresh eating and fresh sauce as needed. If the weather cooperates I'll dry a few more batches, too. We're still enjoying fresh apples but they aren't quite as exciting as they were a month ago.
But there are also little sets of 2, 3 or more apples sitting here and there on the shelves in the root cellar. These are my "test" apples, mostly from our wild trees. I'm wondering how long they will keep in good shape. The cold front coming in tonight (likely freezing nights, cold and windy days) should help cool down the root cellar which will be nice since it's still in the mid-upper 50's, warm for good apple storage. A few of the wildings have very good fruit, some I'm happy to leave for the deer and squirrels, others are OK and find their way into a batch of sauce or cider. I enjoy these diverse apples no matter what I do, or don't do, with them. They are mostly quite different one from the other, Nature's breeding at work, not only in looks but taste and texture, too. It also helps that I've named most of the trees for our many and diverse cats who have blessed our lives over the forty years we've been here. It's pleasing as well as practical. So here's our line-up this year:
All the wild trees had at least a small harvest, while MrC outdid itself raining down a storm of juicy pretty large crabapples for the deer and smaller critters. I even enjoyed these small bites as I wandered by, a particularly tasty year. And Bulero surprised me greatly by having a good crop of good tasting, sweet, juicy, small red "lunchbox" size apples that made the best no-sugar sauce! Last year they were rather dry texture. I didn't want to leave Ditto out but her tree hasn't fruited yet.
October 1, 2019 -- Apple Love
It's probably not a surprise to anyone who reads our blog that apples are a bit of a passion for me. I'm not sure how I got so interested in them, but they do bring me a lot of pleasure, beyond simply as food. And it's getting even more fun as new apples that I've never seen nor tasted before start to fruit. This year there were three new grafts that set fruit, only a few each, and only one of one, but enough for a taste. They were our first apple grafts to bear fruit! All were on a branch of an established tree (not on their own rootstocks) which means there will never be many (unless we graft onto more branches) but it also means they fruit earlier than the ones on young small rootstocks. It was exciting when I realized they had blossoms, and then thrilled when they fruited. These apples were given a great deal of watchful attention. Every time I passed the trees I looked to make sure the fruit was still there. Only one was inside the fence, the other two outside on a wild tree, vulnerable to a deer or squirrel munch. Thankfully, we are in short supply of both this year.
The first to ripen (2 apples) was the Nutting Bumpus (the names are sometimes as much fun as the apples!). One dropped mid September, the other came off in my hand. Excited I took photos then took a slice. Mmmmm. Well, it was OK but really wasn't very special. It tasted quite like the wild tree it had been grafted to, though somewhat larger and earlier. Rather tart but with flavor and some sweetness. It isn't a bad apple, just not anything special. I saved one of the two apples to see how it kept but it was getting soft so today it went into a batch of sauce. I won't cut it off but I won't graft any more of it. To be fair, apples often change as the tree ages and future crops may be different. But it is a Duchess seedling and tastes a lot like the many Duchess types that are all along the roads. Duchess of Oldenburg is an old and hardy apple that was likely planted in most of the old orchards around here. I'm not sure now why I chose this one to begin with. But it was still exciting to have it fruit.
The second variety came down five days later - the one and only apple - a Canadian variety called Goodland. This was such a beauty it had been fun just to watch it grow. A large, 3" fruit, clean, I was really excited about this one. I set it on the counter for several days just to admire it! Then I carefully sliced it - nice, juicy. Gave Steve a piece and we both tried it. Hurray! This one is a keeper for sure. Delicious. We both liked it a lot. Sweet/tart flavor has an interesting sweet aftertaste. Can't wait for more of these. We'll be grafting it on its own rootstock next year.
Our third newby is still on the tree - 3 fruit, outside the fence, carefully protected from deer (I hope) with a ladder underneath to discourage close contact (and give the squirrels a way to climb up Steve says) (hah) (I expect LilliB to make sure that doesn't happen) and branches pinned carefully across to hide the fruit, because these will likely not be ready for several more weeks. We have had this one before, from the tree we got our scion from. An old tree, growing outside the front door of an old farmhouse friends had bought. When the house burned down the only thing left was this tree (they rebuilt, a really nice house). They figure the tree was planted early 1900's. They gave us a bucket of apples awhile back and we liked them so much we asked to cut a scion for our own tree. We grafted one piece on its own rootstock and it is growing well but will probably be some more years before it has a crop. We had also grafted a piece onto the branch of a mature wild tree, and this is the one that has fruit. It is a nice, mild, fairly sweet green/yellow apple that stores well. We guess it might be a Golden Delicious, but don't really know for sure. Can't wait to taste our own.
Now that's not to say I don't appreciate and admire all the other apples that have given us many baskets and bushels of fruit this year. I do!! The root cellar is full, more cider to be made, more sauce, more eating. It's a very good apple year and I'm enjoying it fully. Most of the apples are harvested but there are still Haralsons and Black Oxfords on the tree, later varieties and good storage types. I'll leave them for awhile yet, depending on the weather (no freezes yet!) and the birds (hopefully they are too busy with the abundant crabapples to bother my apples). They are harvests to look forward to yet this fall.
September 25, 2019 -- Cider Day!
We're blessed with an abundance of apples this year which means it's a cider year! There is nothing quite like the taste of fresh pressed cider, and the only way to get that is to be right there, cup in hand, as the juice starts flowing from the press. Enjoy all you can that first day because left to its own devices it soon starts turning. Now for some folks that's the whole point - they're going for hard cider. We prefer sweet cider, so stop the process fairly early. But first step is to gather the apples.
We've made many a cider with mostly just one variety of apple - Beacon in our earlier years, along with whatever wild apples were ripe. Two years ago it was Dudley's, which made a real good juice (as do the Beacon's). It just depends on what is available. This year it was about half/half Beacon and Dudley with a smaller amount from one of our wild seedling trees - named Splitter. It's a "Duchess type" which is pretty common around here, a decent tart-sweet September apple. The Beacons were interesting (to me anyway) because this is the first year since we did major cut back of the two tree that we had a good harvest (so nice to have them back!), enough for both sauce and cider. Secondly, while one tree had beautiful, blemish free clean fruit the other one's fruit had a lot of watercore, almost getting to the "rot" stage. I was a bit bummed by that but when I cut into a well watercored fruit and tasted it I realized it was tasty and would do just fine for cider. Watercore tends to sweeten an apple. Unfortunately, it also makes it not keep very long. That wasn't a problem - all those apples were going right into cider.
This is a bit earlier than we usually press, but those Beacons were ready and the root cellar was getting crowded with baskets of apples. It was a lightly cool day, no rain, just right to take a few hours off from firewood and gardening and enjoy this small homestead event. So we did. I washed apples and tossed them into the chopper, then Steve operated the press, slowly squeezing the pulp as the golden pink juice ran into the pot. A lone yellow jacket arrived to keep us company. Cider making would not be the same without the yellow jackets. Unfortunately we have very few nowdays; a state we certainly hope is temporary. But the one lone y.j. did his best to get in the way however he could.
Two hours and 100 pounds of apples (about 5 - 5 gallon buckets) later we had 4 1/2 gallons of sweet, sweet cider. Ambrosia of the gods for sure.
Two days later the cider had gone past the super sweet sticky stage and I canned the batch (after drinking all we could fresh!). This stops the fermenting progress and is where we like it, with just a touch of zing. Sometimes it takes four days, it just depends. Heating the cider to the boiling point does change the flavor some but it is still very good drinking, and will be enjoyed all winter. It goes boiling hot into jars with regular canning lids then set aside to cool. The regular "pop" of the metal lids as each quart seals is a welcome music in the kitchen during canning time.
They are more apples coming and more cider to be made - a very happy situation to look forward to. We sure appreciate our apple trees!
September 16, 2019 -- Colorful Sauerkraut
I don't remember the last time I made sauerkraut - it's been many years, decades really. It's not that we didn't like it; we just didn't eat that much and that really nice 10 gallon crock that Steve's Mom had given us so long ago always tempted me to make way more than we needed. So it was one of those things that just went by the wayside. But this year the "Fermented Vegetables" book turned my thoughts to sauerkraut once again. That and some really good homemade kraut we had at a friend's house. So at the last minute I picked up some seed and planted a row of red and green cabbages.
They grew well, thankfully at varied rates, and the first of September I realized a nice head of red cabbage was mature and starting to crack. I had a small crock (a repurposed crockpot that Steve had stripped of its outer shell and wire) and I did something I seldom do - I got out the book and followed their directions and recipe for Red Kraut, with apple, onion and caraway seed. I also included shredded carrot which added some nice color to the mix, and we have a lot of carrots this year. Being a small batch (one 3# cabbage) it didn't take long to slice and shred and mix. It was particularly satisfying for some reason to get my (very clean) hands in there and knead in the salt.
I let it ferment for two weeks, tasting and checking it now and then and finally deciding it was ready. It sure turned out pretty! But even nicer, we liked it, much better than anything I had made before. It adds a particularly nice flavorful crunch to our luncheon salads.
The timing was good because just as the crock was emptied and washed there were three more cabbages mature and ready out in the garden, two green and one red. So a new batch is fermenting in the root cellar now, this time with carrot, onion, and fresh oregano. I wonder how it would be to add some shredded rutabaga to the mix? Mmmm, I can see how one could get quite carried away with the possibilities. Good thing I only have one small crock.
September 2, 2019 - New rowboat has been launched!
August 14, 2019 -- Lake Effect Arts Fundraiser
We had a good time playing for the annual Lake Effect Arts Art Auction Fundraiser in Manistique Saturday. It was well attended and attendees were treated to a fun and wonderfully presented event, with great auction items, incredible food, a nice array of entertainment and a beautiful presentation of everything. Proceeds will go to help renovate their newly gifted Community Arts building. We're already looking forward to next year's event. For more information on this local Arts organization see their website at www.LakeEffectArts.org.
August 7, 2019 -- First Pickles of the Season
Someone ate my first planting of cucumber seeds this spring (and the squash, too!) so I replanted later than I normally plant. Being concerned that the crop would be limited because of that I planted extras. Turns out that wasn't at all necessary and I now have a crowded, thriving, green jungle of cucumber plants in my plot, happily putting out cucs right and left and right on schedule. They know when it's time to produce. Plants probably get quite a chuckle at human's fussing.
They did catch me a bit by surprise, since I thought they'd be later, but when I noticed some full sized cucumbers I was quite happy to grab a basket and pick enough for the first batch of fermented pickles. I do both fermented and vinegar pickles; not so many of the first and more of the second since they last longer. The ferments are for "fresh" eating while the vinegared are mostly cut up in salads and dishes.
Since ferments are alive and ever changing their shelf life is limited. How long they are good depends a lot on the temperature and the season and weather. The first batch of the season is barely given time to get going before being eaten since it's been a good long while since we've had any. In a week or two we'll start sampling this first batch. They won't last long. But they are very easy to make so more will be on their way soon. I spread out my pickling - a small batch of ferments now, then several batches of vinegar, which aren't hard to make but they take a bit more time so it depends on my schedule and how the cucs are ripening. This year I think I'll be giving cucumbers away!
But not until the pickle shelf is full. If you've never had fresh fermented pickles you might want to give them a try. We like them. I'd made them off and on through the years, using directions from here and there, coming up with my own recipe. Usually they turned out good, though it's not a sure thing. But a few years ago I bought a book that got me enthused once again about ferments - "Fermented Vegetables" by Kirsten and Christopher Shockey. Now most of their well written and wonderfully photographed book is a bit lost on me, being quite fond of simplicity in my own kitchen/preserving life and not much inclined to add to it. But I enjoyed reading the book anyway and was really amazed at the array of ferments. They do a great job of explaining the ins and outs and particulars of fermenting - well worth it even if you don't want to ferment everything in sight. I did try a few new things and came up with an adaptation of their onion and sweet pepper relish that I really liked. I'll do that one again when my peppers are ripe. It's a fun book.
Ferments are pretty basic and simple. My recipe is basic and simple. The tools required are simple, too. I made many a pickle, and sauerkraut, in a crock with a plate and a rock or jar of water for a weight. It works, and I still do that sometimes. But skimming off the scum is a bit fussy. I found that for pickles doing them directly in a jar works better - no or little skum to skim. But last year I discovered something even easier - Pickle Pipes made by MasonTops, along with their PicklePebbles glass weights. I started with a set of four, and it wasn't long before I ordered another set. I made do with those 8 last year, using a crock until a PicklePipe and Pebble was free then transferring to a jar. I'm not much for gizmos, especially in my kitchen, but I have to say these things are not only cute they simply make ferments easy, more reliable and trouble free.
So this is how I (usually) do it:
Scrub and slice medium sized pickling cucumbers (large ones tend to get
mushy). Pack firmly into into a wide mouth quart jar along with these
Leave about 2" headroom if using Pipe & Pebble (less if not). Weight with
Leave for 3-5 days in kitchen (or somewhere around 70 deg) to begin ferment, then move to cooler space, for me this is the root cellar at about 60 deg this time of year. Start testing in about a week or two. Start eating when you like the flavor. Move to a pint jar when half eaten. The ferment brine is good, too, and good for you. It adds a real nice flavor to bread or baked goods, or general cooking that needs liquid.
The last fermented pickles made end of season in September have kept fairly well until March but they do tend to get soft by then, and that's the end of the fermented pickles until the next season. These later pickles get cooler storage temps as the root cellar starts cooling down in October and is down to 40 degrees in November.
But that's a long ways off. Meantime, we look forward to the first fresh fermented pickles in a week or two.
August 4, 2019 -- BlackCaps!
Something new arrived in the homestead berry world today - our very first black raspberry (aka blackcaps), a hardy variety called MacBlack. Just a few ripe fruit so far but are they every good! I hadn't had a black raspberry since a child when we had wild ones growing along the edge of our yard. I don't really remember them much, just that I'd eat them now and then when out playing, as I did the red raspberries that grew mostly untended beside a shed. Black raspberries don't grow wild around here and are mostly for warmer zones, but I'd read of a few hardier varieties so decided to give them a try, hoping I'd like them if they survived.
Well I certainly do like them! They have a somewhat similar taste to red raspberries but not the same. They taste, well, like black raspberries. They are firmer than the reds and the canes have much more serious thorns, more like a rose. Definitely something to respect. My first plant made it through its first winter and I planted two more this spring, another MacBlack and a Pequot Lakes. That was all I had room for. I do hope they decide they like it here and can handle the winters. These first ones are ripening a bit later than the reds (the Preludes have finished and the Lathams are about midway in their season) and should still be ripening when the Lathams are done. Since I mostly like the raspberries for fresh snacking it will be nice to have the season extended, hopefully into the fall. And now that I've tasted those first few berries I'll be better able to be patient and let them truly ripen to a rich, sweet black before picking them. We're truly rich in berries here on the homestead.
August 1, 2019 - For Thee and the Bee
I spend a fair amount of time searching and reading, planning and planting specifically for the pollinators, thinking that as I add more and more fruit that I'm counting on them to pollinate I should be adding special extras for their enjoyment and use. This is fine, and they do make use of these gifts, but they also often remind me by their actions that they are quite capable of taking care of themselves with what is already there. I do know this, it's quite obvious as our homestead is blessed with a wide and generous variety of wildflowers, and many a blossoming tree is loud with buzzing during peak time. But our pollinator population has definitely dropped. Only bumble bees seem to be in good supply, or maybe they are just the most obvious. But flowers are being pollinated, fruit and seed is being produced, nature is doing the job that nature does. There are ups and downs in all things.
And it is the plants that I didn't plant for the pollinators that remind me that all is well in spite of my fussing and mild worry. The Wild Bergamot I didn't have much hand in. Early on, maybe the late 80's, I noticed this pretty lavender flower up by the gate at the end of our road. I transplanted a little clump into the edge of the front yard wild area. They have grown there ever since, expanding some though not much, losing themselves in the surrounding vegetation until they flower and they get their well deserved attention, from the bees and us.
Some years ago more Wild Bergamots showed up by the garden gate, to our delight. We marked those few beginners so we wouldn't mow them and they responded by spreading into a really nice patch, along with a growing population of Black Eyed Susans, apparently enjoying each others company. They are a pleasing welcome to the garden, loved by the bees and other pollinators (and us), and with no assistance from me.
The buckwheat in the garden, on the other hand, does get my help by being planted wherever there is a spot not being used by vegetables. Since it will happily self seed (and does in spite of my management) in a way it doesn't need me either. But being in the garden proper I require it to keep in its place, though I'm pretty lax and often let volunteers grow here and there. I initially started planting buckwheat for green manure - to grow and be cut down for mulch and extra nutrition as it breaks down. It grows easily and produces a lot of matter. But when it flowers it's obvious it has an even bigger purpose - it's there for the pollinators, and they are there for it. It is one very popular flower! And by a variety of insects. The "fragrance" of the flowers won't win it any awards by humans, on the contrary being downwind causes wrinkled noses (and visitors might look quickly at their shoes to see if they stepped in something they shouldn't have) but no matter, the prolific buzzing coming from the patch wins all. There certainly are showier and more touted "bee flowers" but I doubt there are many more popular to the bees than the rather humble buckwheat.
July 30, 2019 -- Happy Blues
It's that time - the blueberry harvest has begun! The blues can indeed be happy.
July 21, 2019 -- A Very Berry Day
The berries know how to do it. As one finishes it hands the baton to another, and the creatures (including humans) eat well. In the garden the Dunlap strawberries are winding down, the Valley Sunsets ripening the last ones, the Old North Sea taking a break as they energy up for that very welcome late crop. Hinnonmaki Red gooseberries ripening their last as Pixwell ripening its first. Prelude raspberries are coming on to their peak to fill us well until the sweet Lathams ripen. And this year somewhere in there will be our very first black raspberries, maybe with the Latham. Haskaps/Honeyberries produced more than I expected, well past now except for a few final Boreal Blizzards which added a bit of dark zing to the strawberry sauce. And now come the Carmine Jewell tart cherries! Our 2nd year of fruit, a quite decent crop, ripening up bright and cheery. So nice to have cherries again. Then the blueberries, Duke giving us the first taste of many, many more to come. And one must mention the rhubarb - the most reliable 'fruit' of the northwoods! And this is just in the garden. Outside the woods and fields are full of ripe and ripening fruit. Looks like a great year for wild black cherries.
Life is good in the berry realm, for both producers and consumers. Appreciation abounds!
July 19, 2019 -- Hot Summer Day, Happy Growing Garden
It's a bit on the warm side today, about 90 with no wind, quite unusual for us cool Yoopers, but being surrounded by growing green helps a lot. Even so I decided it's a good day to leave the garden and orchard to themselves (they probably don't mind that at all) and get caught up on inside chores, which tend to get neglected any days that are above freezing and no snow on the ground. Steve is out in the shop working on the boat and anticipating getting it in the water before summer is over.
One of my catch-ups was to update garden notes. For all my intentions those notes get really sparse mid season but the garden does just fine anyway. It's a wonderful time in the sequence - everything is mulched, we've had enough rain so no watering needed (only necessary on those really dry years), even the youngest plants are big enough to hold their own, and the older ones are well on their way to being all they can be. Strawberries are winding down but still producing, raspberries have started ripening for the enjoyment of both gardener and birds, tame blueberries are thinking about taking on their namesake color. Lettuce for lunch and spinach for supper, and now carrots. There is so much going on. It's all pretty amazing.
And in the orchard, too. The new grafts are growing, previous grafts looking settled in, fruit in the apples and pears are getting large enough to show up, cherries turning red, there may even be a handful of plums. Flowers, grasses and herbs both wild and tame make the area a wonderful place for all sizes and shapes of insects, and people, too. I love walking through and around it, it's just plain magic.
July 17, 2019 -- Carrot Adventures
Over the many years I’ve tried almost all the open-pollinated carrots available and none have compared to Kinko 6" (a chantenay type), which I started growing in 1980. It is sweet when young, still very good flavor when old, good in storage, good over-wintered, nicely shaped - a great all-round carrot. All this makes it rather frustrating that it was dropped from the industry - the seed no longer available. For years I hadn’t noticed it was not available because it somewhat common ‘back when’, and I’ve grown my own seed several times since, keeping my own line alive, and hadn't needed to buy new. But my latest seed supply was running low so I started searching to buy seed, with no success.
So why not just grow my own. In a way, carrot seed is one of the easiest seeds to grow. It's biennial so one has to overwinter the roots, either inside storage or outside in the ground. Both work. But there is one very large challenge called Queen Anne’s Lace, which we have in abundance. QAL is the wild version of our garden carrot. One can eat the roots but they tend to be thinner and longer, rougher, harder to dig, white (which isn't a problem) and quite strong flavored raw though they are sweeter cooked. Our garden carrots have been selected and bred over the years to be, generally, what we prefer. The problem in growing seed is that the garden carrot when grown for seed will cross readily with QAL resulting in future roots that tend to be strong toward the wild type.
When I grew my seed in the past I did my best to mow, cut, pick, pluck the QAL flowers in our surrounding fields to avoid crossing. This was no small endeavor, fussy and time consuming, in a way futile but fairly successful. I did my best and am OK with my crop of not pure Kinko’s having occasional white roots (which though rougher are sweeter and more tender cooked than ‘regular’ carrots). But we have even more QAL now and I didn't want to go through that again, nor do I want even more wild genes in my tame seed.
The solution is to keep the pollinators from visiting and carrying pollen from the wild flowers to the tame flowers when they open. But, carrot flowers being as they are, do need to be cross pollinated - someone has to carry pollen from one flower to a different plant's flower, easily handled by the pollinators, clumsily handled by humans, at least this human. But I figured I could do that. Normally I would choose my best roots in the fall, replant them in the garden to grow the next year. But this time I didn't decide to do this till I was digging the very last of the overwintered roots this spring, and many of them had been a bit frozen on the tops and so, though good for eating wouldn't grow a seed stalk. But I managed to get seven roots to grow and flower and, like Queen Anne's lace, thankfully they do that readily.
Carrot/QAL flowers are apparently well loved by a wide variety of and sizes of pollinators. Keeping them off the flowers is no small task. I made 8"x8" bags out of a light-weight fabric (maybe curtain sheers) found at the thrift store. Originally I thought I'd just uncover them all, taking my time, romantically and patiently hand cross pollinating the flowers with a soft artist paint brush, then gently rebagging them. I didn't figure it would be too hard to shoo off pollinators. Hah!! I had no idea there were so many different insects of all sizes intent with firm purpose on getting to those cute little carrot flowers. Many are waiting on the bags, others zero in the moment that bag is untied, some manage to get inside the bags. So in reality I quickly untie two or three bags at a time, pull the bags off, quickly run the brush around back and forth, flower to flower, around and back again, trying not to be too clumsy and damaging anything, quickly replace and tie them back on, all the while shooing off all comers and reminding myself that a bit of crossing with QAL isn't going to hurt, but hoping if the pollinators have just come from another flower it is a nearby carrot not a distant QAL. I did go around inside the fence pulling off all the QAL flowers I could find to aid this hope, but there are plenty more outside the fence.
To help keep track of what flowers I'm cross pollinating I came up with the solution of sewing every two or three bags with a different color thread and just unbagging each color at a time. Almost all the bagged flowers are open now and I expect I'll be doing this every morning for another two or three weeks, until they (hopefully) start becoming seed heads. It is getting easier and rather fun in its own way. Since I only have 7 plants this year I'll do it again next year with more plants for greater genetic diversity in my seed. I'll know soon enough if I've been a successful pollinator - when the flowers do or don't set seed - but I won't know until I plant the seed next year if I've managed to keep more QAL genes out of my home grown seed. Another one of those little garden adventures I lay out for myself.
July 12, 2019 -- Summer Music
We had a good time Wednesday playing with our friends (known in that configuration as "Wild Cherry Wine") at a new series in Escanaba this summer called "Lunch on Ludington". From 11:30 to 1:30 different musicians are playing each week for a casual event in the large new pavilion on Ludington Street. The event is free, sponsored by 'Blues for a Cause' and the DDA. Tables and chairs, are provided (as well as lemonade and water) and people are invited to bring their lunches, meet with friends, hang out, and listen to a variety of live music. We had a real nice and friendly crowd and look forward to doing it again next year! So plan your trips to Escanaba to take in this new offering. The Farmers Market follows at 3:00.
July 1, 2019 -- Happy July, Happy Summer!
June 8, 2019 -- Blossom Explosion
When it doesn't seem like it could get any better - it does! As the plum blossom started fading the crab apples decided to go all out and wow the world with their display. And they sure did! I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. Every crab was so full of blossoms they were definitely "dancing cheek to cheek". And the pollinators sure noticed - standing by one of the trees was a surround sound experience. Mostly there were bumblebees but others, too, including one fresh Monarch flying in and out and around and obviously having a good time. There have been very many minutes spent admiring their outrageous beauty.
Many of the domestic apples joined in as well. It looks like it'll be a very good apple year (maybe even enough for cider!). Thanks to human interference, pruning them to keep them a more manageable size, and their natural habits (with larger fruit in their future they wouldn't want to be quite as prolific with the blossoming and fruiting as the small crabs), they don't get to do quite the display but they sure come close when it's an "on" year. Even a light year is gorgeous, apple blossoms being natural beauties. I think every apple we have, save one, is blossoming. Even a few grafts have their first blooms that will (I hope) have fruit for the first time. And a couple of way-too-young grafts couldn't help but get in the game with a surprise blossom or two. They'll get to keep their first blooms for awhile but no fruit yet. But I applaud them just the same. What an amazing and beautiful world.
June 3, 2019 -- Faith, Hope, and Enjoying what Comes
We woke up to a very cool 24 degrees in the orchard this morning (hopefully our last frost) but the plums made it clear a little chill wasn't going to dampen their spirits! They are ready for the ball and doing their best to entice the pollinators to their flower dance. Every year I see this display and think - maybe this year, maybe this year the story will continue on to a happy full harvest of fruit ending. And maybe this WILL be the year! Unfortunately, these are all Japanese hybrid varieties, very good eating, but it has been discovered that these don't care to pollinate each other, bees or not, and even though I have six different varieties, plenty one would think for cross pollination, they prefer something more. And that something is a wild (American) plum. Well, I now have a number of wild plums coming along nicely but they are not quite old enough to bloom yet. There are a few other varieties that have been found to pollinate the Japanese hybrids and one of those, South Dakota, we grafted onto a branch of one of the younger trees two years ago. It grew well (plums are enthusiastic growers) and this year put out a half dozen blossoms! Not many but maybe enough to do at least a minor job? It will be a bit before I'll know but I have my fingers crossed. Because of the cool weather there aren't a lot of pollinators out and about but we've had a few sunny days recently and I have seen and heard a small contingent in the blossoms so I'm hopeful. It sure would be nice to get more than a handful of plums from the many plum trees.
Now we do actually have a really nice, beautiful 30 some year old American plum, right outside the back window of the house. And it has two beautiful offspring alongside it. (It would happily have a couple dozen more if I'd let it.) All three are in full bloom this year as well, pleasing us wonderfully. But they've never set fruit since they, apparently, need somebody else for cross pollination. Plums (like people?) can be very picky. If the two patches, one at the house, one in the orchard, could get together I'm guessing fruit would likely result. But they are about 350 feet apart with a small but tall woods between, which apparently is too much of a barrier for the pollinators to do the job that needs to be done.
So we admire the prolific display of blossoms in their time, appreciate the leafy season, enjoy the interesting tree shapes in the winter, and look forward, ever hopeful, to someday a bountiful harvest of fruit. Even a moderate crop would make this orchardist very happy.
May 26, 2019 -- Finding Gold on the Homestead
A few days ago I was up at the mailbox (which is a half mile from our house) and saw our neighbor slowly walking across her lawn, intently looking down. Figuring she must have dropped something I walked over to offer help. She showed me what she had in the paper bag in her hand. Morels! And some nice ones at that, right in their lawn. Now we've only found morels on our property a few times and that was many decades ago, barely remembered. But then we've never searched for them either. Inspired by our neighbor's find I walked back home, slowly, looking carefully down and around as I went, getting distracted by any number of interesting things. But I persevered and wandered around here and there on the homestead where it seemed morels might be. Didn't find any, but it was a nice wander.
A few days later I was in the garden on hands and knees weeding a path particularly well endowed with such things, intent in the job and whatever was in my mind, getting towards the end. Sitting back on my heels and looking ahead I saw, to my great surprise, just a few feet away, a beautiful specimen of a morel, beautifully positioned in front of the big green leaves of the rhubarb as if for a photo shoot. Well, really! I stared at it for some moments, went closer and kneeled down - was it really? Yep, that was one nice morel. I had to laugh, then went to get Steve.
After all these years, right there in the garden. Well, they do say (and we do agree) that what is in your mind becomes in your life, and morels had certainly been in my mind. When Steve came out he glanced down near his feet and there close by on the south side of the rhubarb was another morel, smaller but certainly edible size. Later I discovered a still smaller one on the other side of the patch, nestled in the grass. Why by the rhubarb? Maybe for no particular reason but it might be because I often mulch the rhubarb with leaves in the fall. I shall certainly continue that practice.
So we had morels in our dinner. They sort of got lost in the shuffle since there weren't many of them, and since I'm not real fond of the texture of mushrooms I'd cut them up. But they added their bit of flavor and nutrition, and the fun of discovering them on this magical place where we live.
May 22, 2019 -- Celebrating Each Piece
Cloudy, cold, blustery, sporadic rain - ahhh, spring! Yesterday I was working in the garden in shorts and t-shirt (for a short time but it was nice!); today it was wool toque and winter jacket, and working inside. It's a good thing we have these kind of days or I'd never get anything done indoors. Maybe it's the long winters up here that makes us so greedy to be out in any hint of sunshine and warmth. Or maybe it's just the way some of us are. But it is anything but boring out there even when cloudy. One can't miss the large patch of daffodils (hard to believe it started with just a few bulbs!), and scattered plants here and there planted by someone other than me. And in the slowing emerging garden you have to love the hardy simple onions and garlic that say yes, this is a garden that will be full of green growing things before long. After all, someone has to be first.
Of course, it's not just the small part that I've planted, the area is bursting with new growth of varied and diverse kinds. You can almost here the trees popping and unfolding their delicate umbrellas that will soon be full scale leaves. This has been a wonderfully slow but steady march of spring this May. Others long for warm weather but I love the slow progress that allows us time to celebrate and appreciate every new happening. And in spring there are new happenings every moment! The arrival of the different birds from the tiny uninhibited hummingbird who always checks out my red bandana to the incredibly large and much shyer vultures soaring around and around over the south part of our property are constant cause for comment, every new arrival. Bluebirds and swallows having finally chosen, defended, settled on, come to an agreement on who will take which birdhouses are much quieter now. Just because they always end up with the same boxes doesn't keep them from loudly (well the swallows are the loud mouths) discussing it every year. And many sparrows and others have been busy checking out the new and old brush piles. Oh so many birds to brighten our world.
And enough seeds and insects to feed them and keep the world going 'round, and healthy. And enough of what insects want to keep them happy and healthy. And predators of all kinds to keep everything in check. We are truly blessed with great variety of all kinds. Life is good.
May 3, 2019 -- Trees on the Homestead
Early spring finds Steve spending a lot of time (when not working on his boat!) out cutting down trees (mostly dead or dying ones), splitting, stacking, moving firewood. Also cutting back the encroaching small wood out front of the house. It's a great time for this - cool weather, pre mosquitoes and before the birds start nesting. At the same time I've been out planting trees, albeit smaller fry. My gang range from small bushes (gooseberries, raspberries, haskaps, elderberry) to small/medium trees (aronia, winterberry, juneberry, cranberry). The bushes mostly went into the orchard rows between fruit trees. But the other trees are outside the north-east corner of the orchard fence for a windbreak. Rare for me, they are planted in a straight line! But since they are a mix of types and sizes hopefully they won't look too regimented. When we expanded the orchard and put up the new fence we took down a number of white pines (don't worry, there are plenty more nearby). But I had left two inside the fence thinking they would make good winter sun shade for future apricot trees. Which they would have - if they would be agreeable to not grow any more. Not being inclined to do so I realized they better come down now before they got larger. One was fairly small and had clear space to fall. No problem. But the other was quite large and had nearby young fruit trees quite concerned. Steve assured me it wasn't that tall and would come down without hitting anything. I do trust his skills in this area, but I gently patted the nearest little apple and went elsewhere while the deed was done. Not to worry. When that large white pine came down the top was a good 5" (that's five inches) from a young Golden Russet. We were all glad we hadn't waited another year!
But removing this very wide dense pine left the NE corner of the orchard open to some cold winds. There is a dense shelter belt of pines and spruce along most of the north orchard fence, and a good woods, mostly pine (we have a lot of white pine) to the east, but nothing in this corner. I didn't want a solid wall, just something to break the north winds. So I planted a row of winterberry, juneberry, american cranberry, and crabapple, fairly close together. It does take a fair amount of faith and imagination when planting little sticks to see a nice companion row of leafy, blooming, berrying, wind-slowing hedge trees but I'm sure it won't be long before they are large enough to be seen. Thankfully, trees do like to grow.
April 11, 2019 -- Real Beginning of Spring
Yesterday was for me the real First Day of Spring - sunny, above freezing, and more bare ground in the fields and open areas than snow (the woods are still fully white). Robins are back, the sound of the first cranes can be heard, the first vultures glided by overhead, the red squirrels are hyper-active (actually, they're always hyper-active), the chipmunk ventured forth to resume last year's stand-off game with the cat. AND it finally came the day to hang laundry outside on the line. Some joys are hard to explain, but I simply enjoy this. Maybe I was dressed in winter coat, boots, wool toque and gloves but I did get to hang out laundry and have it dry outside in the fresh air. Ahhhhhh.
Not to be outdone, crocuses appeared, it seems out of nowhere, snow barely receded. And the daffodils start growing even before the snow is gone. Both likely know they may soon be re-buried but they make the best of their time in the open, and we make the best of ooohing and ahhhing over each little spectacles of fresh new green and color. Then into the garden, only a little snow here and there, garden rake and fork in hand I endeavor to retrieve some over-wintered carrots. Did they survive?? After removing the generous covering of mulch I dig down into the wonderfully un-frozen dirt and came up with a fork-full of beautiful fresh orange carrots. They made it! Most years they do but not always. I was down to the last few stored carrots in the root cellar so quite happy to have fresh ones. It was such a treat to dig in the dirt once again.
That was yesterday. And this is April in the Upper Midwest. Yes, we did get snow today, but only a few inches, they got more up north. The ground is once again white, but that will melt. We usually go through this several times until the final melt and the mosquitoes come out. At least that's the way it seems. But we've seen that bare ground and know it won't be long until our lives turn toward the outdoors and we will once again head out the door in tennies and t-shirts. Maybe even shorts! Well, OK, not for awhile yet but it will come.
April 3, 2019 -- Final Apple
We had a wonderful harvest of our Haralson apple tree this past season - 65#! Picked Sept. 19 because the bluejays had discovered them and were starting to do some serious harvesting of their own. It was maybe a little early but it is best to harvest before fully ripe for storage, and these are a nice apple for that purpose. Unfortunately, our root cellar isn't very cold at that time but the apples did well. I sorted and canned the less than the best, saved the very best for later, and we ate many Haralsons fresh and as sauce through the fall. They are on the tart side, more of a cooking apple than fresh desert, though when that is all you have they are a very good eating apple. Black Oxford and Dudley had lighter harvests this year (though much enjoyed) and were soon gone so the keeper Haralsons were greatly appreciated.
Most of the apples were eaten by the end of December, getting somewhat milder and sweeter as time went on, which is common for a storage type apple. There were only 6 left when the new year arrived. They were still in good shape but I wanted to see how long they would last. Our fresh apple eating dropped to one or two a month - January, February, March... Each time I would choose the 'worst', which wasn't at all bad but slightly less firm feeling, maybe a little wrinkly in the skin than the others. Every time the apple was still good texture inside with flavor getting a little less tart and a little more sweet.
Then came the best of the best, the final apple, the first of April. Delicious! Juicy, clean, not hard crisp but pleasant, slightly more tender than March's apple. Nice apple-y flavor, sweeter, less tart, no wrinkles. This is indeed a good storage apple. Can't wait for the next harvest!
Up to this point in this project I have focused on a few of the 'extras' that one would usually do after the hull was built. Since it has been too cold to comfortably work out in the boat shop I have put together the sliding seat, electrical system, and built a navigation/anchoring light. Today I finished laminating the last of the frames so should be ready to set them up on the strongback (building form) tomorrow. The photo shows the first four frames being glued together from two layers of 1/4" Baltic Birch plywood. It took 68 clamps - but who's counting. That epoxy work was done in the house shop - not a good idea since it was a bit cold out to properly ventilate the house. The epoxy I'm using is 'low odor' but still not good to breathe. Click the image or here to be magically transported to the boatbuilding page.
March 31, 2019 -- Ending March with a Homestead Adventure
Our lives are overall quite calm and pleasant here on the homestead. But there does come along those little things that makes you take a deep breath, and stretch those muscles just a bit more. In this case I was doing the 'hold your breath' and Steve was doing the muscle thing.
Yesterday, a pleasant but cool and very blustery day, Steve came in and asked why I had turned our water pumping windmill 'out'. This means lifting a steel tube arm at the base of the tower that is connected via steel cable to the windmill at the top to make the tail of the windmill open out from flat against the fan (not turning around and not pumping) to right angle to the fan (turning and pumping). Surprised I said I hadn't; it was too windy and gusty to have the windmill going. Oh. We looked at each other. The possibilities going through our minds weren't real exciting. Then again, maybe with the strong winds buffeting things the arm had simply come out of its wire holder on its own letting the tail out. Steve went up to check, and came back with the news - broken cable. At the top (of course...). Well, it was too cold and too windy to do anything about it. We just had to trust the windmill to handle it on its own, which it does with a mechanism that automatically 'closes' the tail to the fan when the wind is too strong, which it did many times that day and night. It is designed to do that but there's also a reason it's built to pull it out (off) by hand. It's safer and better for the windmill, and we want this 40 yr old mill to keep working for many more decades.
We didn't worry about it but there was the consideration of when to fix it, which needed to be done and couldn't wait for nice spring/summer weather. This really was Steve's decision. I've never even been to the top of the tower, and there was that muscle thing. I encouraged waiting several days when the forecast was for above freezing temps but he decided to do it this morning. He'd figured out what needed to be done (probably - one never knows for sure), and wanted to get it fixed. The forecast was for continued wind. Gathering tools and hardware, and putting on his climbing harness, off he went.
First was to undo the cable at the bottom. These bolts and nuts had been together for... mmm, let's see, had they been apart since he put them on 40 yrs ago? Probably not. Oh well, muscle, vice grips and WD40 did the job. He reconnected the cable to the pull-out arm giving more slack to make up for the broken piece at the top. Then up he went, slowly and carefully, to see what it really looked like at the top.
Thankfully, that strong north wind had calmed somewhat, and it was partly sunny which helped. The temperature was in the upper 20's. Not warm but not bitterly cold either. Really quite a pleasant day - relatively speaking. As he climbed the tower I wandered around the orchard (someone had to do this part of the job) keeping an eye on him and thinking encouragement.
It took awhile but finally he called down from above, "I need another two inches". Well, I was happy to oblige but really, we're talking 1/4" steel cable! I looked at the loops of cable connecting it to the pullout arm, and squeezed them flat as best I could, hoping to gain enough length, but I knew it wasn't 2". "Try that", I called, ever hopeful. I knew he'd tightened those bolts as tight as he could and wasn't looking forward to trying to get them off to give some more slack. Nor did I want him to have to climb back down to do it (then back up again). I waited while the cable tightened, then loosened. Try again. Tightened - connected?? - loosened. Not yet. Again. Steve later said that the impetus to pull just a little bit more to clip that cable on to what it had to be clipped onto up there was the thought of going into town for a banana split as a reward. Apparently that worked because the cable tightened - and stayed. "Pull it out", came from above. I pulled the pull-out arm down and it smoothly and nicely pulled the tail out, flat to the fan, stopping the fan from turning in the (strengthening) wind. Hooking the arm behind its holder I yelled back up, "It worked!". It was just the right amount of cable. Sometimes things work out just fine. Down came my homestead hero, slowly and carefully, step by step, cold but satisfied, ready for his well earned banana split.
Well, the banana split didn't end up happening. Steve went to work on his boat frames instead and just as he was finishing, the sawblade snapped. So he did get his trip to town but it was in the other direction to buy a new sawblade. I went along to take him out to dinner instead.
March 29, 2019 -- Upcycle Dance Skirt
For many years I didn’t even own a skirt (or dress). They didn’t fit my lifestyle. But when I started dancing I discovered the comfort of skirts. They are, for me, simply more comfortable than pants - cool when it’s hot, easy to add (or remove) tights underneath when it’s cold, then hot. When we started performing music the simple skirt also fit the bill when deciding what to wear. Long, short, or in-between, my collection has grown beyond what I would have imagined thirty years ago! They are fun and easy to make once you have your pattern.
I don’t think I’ve ever found a skirt that fit ‘just right’ the way it came, so I’ve always re-made or made from scratch my own, fine tuning my pattern with every one. For dancing I like rayon. It’s cool, moves beautifully, is comfortable, and doesn’t wrinkle. It’s a bit harder to sew with than cotton but not terribly challenging. I like a knee length style. This is what I make most often. It won't be long before my attention will be mostly outdoors (as soon as the ground reappears) so it felt good to get one more sewing project done before that time.
It’s not that I need any more skirts, but it’s hard to pass by a really nice pattern/color fabric that catches my eye - which is what happened with this latest skirt. I just happened to be walking by the skirt rack at the thrift store, and, well, there it was in my hand. Searching for raw fabric to make a skirt wouldn't be near as much fun.
For details on making a similar gored rayon skirt, or your own pattern for one, click on this LINK to go to the Skirt article in the Sewing section.
When embarking on such a project one should always have appropriate supervision .....
March 25, 2019 -- Waxing Scions Time
This has become for me a pleasant and enjoyable job to look forward to in March. Scions are 6-10" sticks of wood from a particular variety of fruit tree, to be grafted onto either a seedling or a larger tree to grow the fruit of that particular variety. This year I have scions of pear, apple and tart cherry obtained from various sources. Some are from the wonderful U.S. National Plant Germplasm Repository of the Dept of Agriculture, some purchased from nurseries, and many exchanged with or gifted from other amateur fruit growers from across the country. It's fun to send as well as receive! Not all my scions have arrived yet but we'll probably have 30 or so to graft later in the spring.
It is too early to do much of anything outside yet (we still have a foot or so of snow covering the ground) but it's a great time to think and dream of working in the orchard. Getting my scions out of the root cellar to lay out, sort, wax, label, measure, admire, imagine them growing, makes me feel close to that outer world. It may have only been 2 degrees outside this morning but it was spring in the kitchen!
The light layer of wax I've put on the scions will help keep them from drying out when they are grafted to their rootstocks. Some folks wrap their scions with a type of plastic tape or wrap (I've done that, too), some leave them bare (which we've also done), and a few of us give them the wax job - it all works! The wax or wrap gives them a little extra protection until they become established and growing and can take care of all that on their own. We won't be grafting for another two months so for now the scions are back in their plastic bags and back in the root cellar, to keep cool, quiet and dormant until that big day arrives. More information on our grafting and fruit growing is in the Orchard section (link is on the menu bar at the top of this page).
March 15, 2019 -- Celebrate the Ides of March!
Sure, it's messy, damp, cold, mushy, cloudy outside but there's that hint of Spring to come, with more and more things emerging from the receding snow. And the first non-winter resident bird arrived - a female Purple Finch, busily hopping and pecking along the front of the greenhouse eating a buffet of little seeds scattered across the snow and keeping LilliB occupied for long periods keeping a close eye on her and all the other native activity that this time of year brings out. Lilli is adventuring out more and longer as the cold lessens but the footing is unsteady in the wet snow and the banks along the paths still above her head so she's content to mostly keep an eye on her domain from inside. But it's a big anticipatory time and to help celebrate the joy the greenhouse gave us a cheery gift of fresh daffodils, bright against the still significant snow outside. Their perfume lifts the spirit as much as their beauty.
March 13, 2019 -- Warmth!
Having temperatures in the upper 30's may not be something most folks would think of as a great deal to celebrate, or a great warmth, but today we sure did cheer. Not only did we finally climb out of the deep freeze but the snow started to settle and melt. Sure it's mushy, and there's still a lot of snow, but it's a start and the first time it has been below 3 feet in awhile. A few things are starting to peak above all that white. As nice as that is it wasn't our big reason for celebration. It's March after all and snow melt is pretty normal. Today, with a great feeling of relief, the big depth of snow on our large outbuilding (originally hangar now storage of many and various things) took the big slide down to the ground (or most of it did anyway). Steve had been adding more and more supports inside, just in case. We knew it was well built but this was the most snow it had ever seen. And with almost daily reports of roofs and buildings collapsing across the U.P. we were getting a bit nervous. With rain and more snow in the forecast, well, as Steve said it felt like he had just been given a very large gift when I happily came in to report that almost all of the snow had slid off the roof today. Hurray!!! The back and half the front had already come off when I snowshoed out for a closer look but as I walked toward the building and temporarily behind some pines I heard a large crack and my heart fell. But when I emerged so I could see the building it turned out another large part of the snow had let loose. We think it was the roof rebounding that made the sound. It'll be awhile before we'll be able to get in through the front doors but we so appreciate this hardy, sturdy homestead building who proved our doubts unfounded.
March 3, 2019 - More Bread
Awhile ago I mentioned baking my 100% whole grain bread in an unglazed pottery pan and a Pyrex bowl, which worked well. Then I spied some glass bread pans at the thrift store and decided to give them a try. They were a success! And are what I am now using. They work equally well as far as baking as the unglazed pan and the Pyrex bowl but with the added benefit of being able to see the bottom of the bread when trying to decide if it is indeed baked long enough. This is a big plus when dealing with the vagaries not only of bread dough but the uneven heating of the wood cookstove over an hour's time. I've found the bread easy to remove from the oiled pans if left to cool a bit until still warm but not hot or cold. A quick slice down the sides of the glass pan with metal spatula and it comes out easily onto the cooking rack. This also helps prevent the 'problem' of someone slicing off a piece of freshly baked bread before it has cooled enough to be at its best. By the time it's ready to come out of the glass baking dish it is still warm enough for the butter to melt and just right for eating. Just what is needed on a cold winter evening.
Happy March! (Thankfully we do enjoy snow.)
It's been quite a winter thus far, with ample opportunity for 'weather conversations'. Like a fiddler playing a tune, nature just doesn't like to do it the same way twice...
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