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Do you believe in magic? Do you encourage your kids to?

I do, though maybe you and I mean different things by it. I don’t mean anything like miracles, or some interference from a superior intelligence . I don’t mean wishful thinking, that the world is other than it is, that if you wish hard enough you won’t get in trouble for not doing your homework.

I mean wonder. I mean the ability to enjoy and appreciate the world without always being able to explain it.

I mean the magic of seeds germinating and buds opening and wild creatures and breathtaking landscapes.

And the magic of a smile and generosity and music.

The magic of the wind roaring through the forest behind our house right before a thunderstorm.

The magic of a rainbow and the first snowfall.

The magic of the moon and stars.

The magic of Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.

The magic of books and learning.

The magic of building forts in the woods and hikes and spotting deer.

Life is magical and living it with an appreciation for the magic all around us makes us happier and the world better. I hope that my children will want to preserve all those magical things in the world so they can share them with their children. I think fostering an appreciation the magic of the world in a child is the key to an environmentally and socially responsible adult.

Over the past two years I have learned a lot about gardening and greener living.

Most recently, I have learned that I cannot blog every day! This challenge is killing me! It’s not that I don’t have something to say, it’s just that I’d rather not add crap to the internet, as far as possible, and I know what I have to say is mostly not original and quite often not as eloquent as what is already there somewhere.

I’ve also learned that all this food stuff takes time. Lots and lots of time. It’s hard to do with a full-time job and 2 kids. Even though I think it is ruining our world, I totally get why people grab the plastic bag of pre-washed baby spinach in the store. If I’ve planted some, I have to pick it, wash it, wash it again (spinach is really gritty and dirty)…definitely more time and trouble than opening a bag and dumping it in the bowl. Especially when you’re tired and hungry. Theoretically, it’s joyous – going outside, satisfaction of growing what you eat, knowing you didn’t add to the plastic in the world, etc. But some days, it’s going out in the cold drizzle and freezing your hands in the water while washing it and dinner delayed and kids whining…

Thus, I have also learned that food takes commitment. It’s energy I can usually summon up because I know why I am doing it and believe it’s the right thing to be doing. The blogging, on the other hand…ell, it mostly feels like singing in the shower. Makes me feel good, but no one else really hears it, and do I really what them to? (This is not me fishing for comments and compliments, by the way!)

I have learned that I am terrible at growing tomatoes. I just have not had success with them. I put them out too late or too early, they get terrible diseases and I have not yet had the kind of harvest I am looking for.

I have learned that no matter how discouraged I am by the state of my garden, by my tomato and other failures, by lack of energy and time to work, spending a good couple of hours always makes me feel good. The birds singing, the flowers, the worms and other creatures I come across, the soil itself it seems, all revive and invigorate me.

 

Kompot

I’ve written about Kompot before – it’s a local CSA I belong to. If you’re looking for a CSA in Prague, definitely check them out.

One day when I was over at the Kompot garden, I met a young woman who is doing her master’s thesis on CSAs using Kompot as a case study. As part of her research she did a survey and follow-up interviews with some respondents. My interview was last week, and it was really interesting. We talked about food and why it is important to me to be in a CSA. At the end of the interview she asked, “Are you a food activist?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. Not that I ever thought of calling myself that before, but something inside of me said, “Yes! That is what I am.” So, what does it mean?!

I guess at a basic level it means trying to do something to make the food and food systems better. And in my own small way, I think I do that. I try to use my consumer powers for good, buying local seasonal food as much as possible, joining a CSA. I grow some of my own food. I forage some of my own food. I teach my kids and students about food issues. This blog is also part of it, I guess, bringing the joys of all this food awareness to at least a few others!

Kohlrabi

As yummy as it is funny-looking!

As yummy as it is funny-looking!

Just a memory really…When I was growing up we had a babysitter who lived with her family a couple of doors down from us. And they grew kohlrabis. No one else we knew ever even heard of them, but this family did and grew lots of them.

And now I live in kohlrabi country and realize that family must have been Slavic.

What, you don’t know what a kohlrabi is? Never tasted one? They are yummy and easy to grow. I highly recommend them, if you can find them! They still seem somewhat unknown where I come from.

Koledovani

Today is Easter Monday and the girls have just come back from (kind of) traditional Czech koledovani. I say “kind of” because traditionally only boys did it, but now girls do it, too. And while I am mostly in favor of folk traditions as way to preserve the wisdom of our elders, this one sort of befuddles me.

You see, the tradition is that young men weave a “pomlazka,” basically a whip, from young willow branches. They then go about the village and hit (yes, hit) women with it while singing a little rhyme. The women then give them eggs, treats and shots of homemade plum brandy. It’s supposed to make the women more fertile, but I must confess seems pretty barbaric to me.

My girls don’t actually whip anyone when they do it, but they go door to door and sing the little rhyme and get candy and eggs. Hordes of children all over the village do the same. It’s like Halloween without the costumes, but with actual horrific violence. Ok, they don’t actually beat people up, but I tell you that little willow whip stings! You can read more about Czech Easter traditions here.

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Happy Easter!

Cotton jersey, like the stuff they use for T-shirts. We’ve been working on a project with old cut up Tshirts, and it’s pretty nifty.

I found a website that shows you how to make yarn from T-shirts. Fun, right?

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And I’ve always wanted to make a braided run. So, take two kids on vacation and stuck in the house on a bad weather day, old T-shirts and a sharp pair of scissors and voila! A fun day of cutting and braiding.

Braiding

Braiding

Stay tuned for the finished product (R is for Rug?)

 

PS. Not sure why or how, but internet is faster today – I could actually upload photos! Do you think it read my post yesterday and decided to get its act together?!

 

At the best of times, the internet is my connection to family, friends and the rest of the world. I coAt the best of times, the internet is my connection to family, friends and the rest of the world. I communicate with my loved ones and can see and talk to them. I discovered a whole network of food and gardening bloggers out there, the answers to all my gardening questions are there, a recipe for any odd combination of foods I might have on hand, how to preserve how to forage, how to grow how to make…it’s all there.

Except when it’s not. I happen to live on a street that does not have phone or cable connections, so my internet is delivered via mobile phone network and it is slooooooow. So slow that I can’t really download much, like updates to my software. As a result, I have old an operating system, browsers, etc. Right now I can’t really use half of the websites I have grown to depend on, like FB and my mail server. Or Skype. I feel so cut off. Which is tough when you live thousands of miles from many of your family and friends. And I don’t even have a telephone to call them with.

Hopefully I will be able to fix this problem soon, though I fear it will take some time. Luckily I can still post on my blog. And write letters. I wonder if there is a telegraph office around…
mmunicate with my loved ones and can see and talk to them. I discovered a whole network of food and gardening bloggers out there, the answers to all my gardening questions are there, a recipe for any odd combination of foods I might have on hand, how to preserve how to forage, how to grow how to make…it’s all there.

Except when it’s not. I happen to live on a street that does not have phone or cable connections, so my internet is delivered via mobile phone network and it is slooooooow. So slow that I can’t really download much, like updates to my software. As a result, I have old an operating system, browsers, etc. Right now I can’t really use half of the websites I have grown to depend on, like FB and my mail server. Or Skype. I feel so cut off. Which is tough when you live thousands of miles from many of your family and friends. And I don’t even have a telephone to call them with.

Hopefully I will be able to fix this problem soon, though I fear it will take some time. Luckily I can still post on my blog. And write letters. I wonder if there is a telegraph office around…

Of all the things I have attempted to grow in my garden, I have been most successful with herbs. In fact, sometimes it seems like they are the only things doing well. And already this spring, I have chives, mint, lemon balm and parsley ready to use. And the best part is, they seem to thrive on our poor soil and my benign neglect. In time, I may convert to all herbs.

A big project I have been working on for a year now is to turn the slopes of the vegetable garden into a perennial herb garden. I’m about half way done and excited about it. For the past 3-4 years I have tried to grow annual squash and beans on the slopes only to have the weeds invade. It got so I was putting more effort into weeding every year. That’s no way to have a garden! Permaculture, among other things, teaches that you should let the plants do the work for you, so I hit on the idea of planting the slopes with perennials. Less weeding for me – maybe almost none eventually, soil stability, soil improvement, great things to eat and use , a real win-win situation.

So here is what I am growing and what I do with it:

  • mint - We use it fresh, dried and make syrup from it, mostly for drinks
  • chives – fresh and freeze, for cooking
  • garlic chives – fresh and freeze, for cooking
  • hyssop – dry for tea, supposed to be good for colds
  • yarrow – nothing yet!
  • thyme – fresh and dry, for cooking
  • lemon balm – fresh and dry, syrup for drinks
  • tansy – bug repellent
  • tarragon – fresh for cooking
  • parsley – fresh and freeze, for cooking
  • comfrey – compost, companion plant, poultice for sprains and bruises
  • salad burnet – fresh in salads
  • lavender – dried
  • basil – fresh, freeze in pesto
  • rosemary – fresh and dried, for cooking and hair rinse
  • marjoram – fresh and dried, for cooking
  • oregano – fresh and dried, for cooking
  • summer savory – fresh
  • lovage – fresh and frozen, for cooking
  • betony – dried for teas, headache remedy
  • calendula – fresh on salads, dried, make calendula oil and moisturizer
  • dill – fresh and frozen, for cooking
  • sage – fresh and dried, mostly for tea
  • chamomile – dry for tea

To make syrup, I usually make simple syrup with sugar and add the herbs. I leave the herbs in until the syrup cools and then strain them out. I often freeze the syrup until I’m ready to use it, typically for cold and hot tea.

To dry, I either hand in the pantry or use my dehydrator. Stored in glass jars, the dried herbs keep all winter. I’ve become quite fond of sage tea with honey and lemon.

Herb lore is fascinating and every time I look at an herb book or web site I am quite sure I will never know even a fraction of the things I read about. It’s all so overwhelming. My goal for this year is to make more cosmetics and learn more about the medicinal uses of the herbs I have.

If you’re keeping track, I am way behind on the B-Z blog month! But I’m on spring holiday now, so am hoping to catch up in the coming week. 

Because yesterday was my birthday.

My kids have been asking me what I want for my birthday, because they want to give me gifts. I tell them that what I want is for them to make me something, and they reply, “Yes, but what do you really want?”

That IS what I really want! I don’t need them to go buy me stuff. I don’t need anyone to buy me more stuff (although I would not say no to a pressure canner). Nothing makes me happier than seeing them make something, and giving something of themselves to others. Like every Mom, I treasure those gifts the most.

But I know what they are thinking because I often think it, too. The things we make are not as nice as the things we buy. I worry about that. I tend to give gifts I make myself. And I worry that they are not as nice as something I could buy or that people will think it’s just because I’m cheap.

When I make a gift for someone, I think about them the entire time. I ask myself what they might like and at every step of the way when I have a choice of materials, color, technique, I ask myself what they would like most. And as the object takes shape, I often smile in anticipation of how much I think they will like it. Sure, in the end there are sometimes little imperfections, but I hope that only adds to the charm!

There are other reasons I like to make gifts, and receive hand-made gifts. I think we should all buy less stuff. There is no reason our joyful and celebratory feelings must be accompanied by the consumption of more stuff.

So, give gifts, but make them. Or give your time and thoughtfulness. We’ll all get more out of this kind of gift-giving!

 

 

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