Mail order seeds and a greenhouse too

We’re getting serious this year. Last year ordering our seeds was certainly exciting and the results weren’t bad. In fact, we were very pleased. But it was a novice effort on a new patch of land, much of it clay.

The approach to ordering our mail order seeds this year was much more focused and we’ve finally purchased the greenhouse that we’ve been planning to acquire ever since we first read Eliot Coleman‘s wonderful books.

But first the seeds. Last year we (or probably more likely I) succumbed a bit to the allure of seed catalogue surfing and purchased more seeds than was sensible. Celery for our first year on clay? You must be kidding.

So, this year, we approached the catalogues (online and offline) with a more experienced eye and the intention to (mostly) capitalize on what we’ve already had success with AND what is most important to us, namely:

1. Tomatoes, and lots of them, especially ones that are ideal for making sauce

Tomato plants in early July, eastern Ontario

2. Beans: heck, if you choose right, whatever you don’t pick and eat, can be left to dry and, hey presto, you’ve got a wonderful winter staple that doesn’t need much effort to preserve

Small garden next to front door of a house in Eastern Ontario

3. Carrots: damn, I actually grew carrots on clay, and while the minimal effort we made last year had delightful but similarly minimal results, we were surprised and pleased enough to expand our intentions this year

Young boy and his harvest of fall carrots

4. Winter squash: foods that are good ‘keepers’ are a high priority – we definitely want to aim to end the major growing season with lots to put in the cold storage for the cold months ahead. Last year we only dabbled in squash and grew a lovely couple of pumpkins.

5. Lettuces and greens: there is nothing more delightful to harvest direct from the garden for immediate use in a meal. We grew lots last year (particularly Rouge Grenobloise lettuce, Red Deer Tongue lettuce, rainbow chard, three varieties of kale, and spinach) and will refine our crops this year. Our little experiment in growing some lettuces, arugula and kale on our window sills this winter resulted in – not surprisingly – meagre crops, but it has meant that we’ve had tiny little salads to enjoy from time to time. I’ve loved that and it has spurred me on to realize our dream of growing Asian greens, lettuces and root vegetables in the winter months through the use of an unheated greenhouse.

Little bowl of lettuce leaves grown indoors

6. Potatoes, garlic and herbs – staples that just make sense for us.

I think I’ve covered all of our essentials here, in terms of the garden proper. We’d also like to experiment with growing some kind of grain this year and will have another go at some corn. I’ll certainly do a few seedlings of peppers and things like that, but the major effort and space will be devoted to those crops above. And continuing to tame our long neglectged, out-of-control apple orchard. And our raspberries…

Okay, I could get overwhelmed right now, but it’s best to stick to priorities. The greenhouse is a definite priority; we want to extend our growing season and do it without having to add heat through external means. We’ve been studying Coleman’s results (in effectively the same latitude as our own location, which is very encouraging) with coldhouses, row cover, and suchlike, and figure we just need to get started.

Weatherguard commercial greenhouse

The Weatherguard commercial greenhouse (image courtesy Wayfair)

So two nights ago we finally ordered a greenhouse. This is something we would have done last fall but we couldn’t find what we were looking for at a price we could afford (or that was available to us in Canada – we don’t have the same purchasing opportunities as our American friends). Steady research finally turned up a 20 by 12 foot greenhouse that looks as though it’s just what we’re after.

It weights 300 pounds, so we had to pay a bit extra for it to be lifted off the truck when it arrives here (I love that they can charge extra for these things!). It’s feeling like we’re really getting serious now, indeed. Stay tuned!

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Sunset revisited

February sunset in Eastern Ontario

Tonight my husband called our collective attention to the sunset outside the back of our house as I was cooking supper. I urged our 13-year-old to grab the camera and take a few pictures, so the photo credit above and immediately below go to him. I love that this is normal for him; he immediately ran down to my desk to retrieve the camera and then headed out the back door. He also took the sunrise photo I posted a couple of days ago entirely without my knowing about it till I found it on the camera, so it comes pretty naturally.

Sunset in February across fields in Eastern Ontario

Living here for more than a year now, we’ve seen our share of sunsets and sunrises, but it’s the sunsets that tend to capture more of our attention as they are so hard to miss as the living areas in our house are south-facing and we’re able to track the end of day sun as it sets in the west.

We’ve had some spectacularly colourful ones, of course.

Pink sunset in Eastern Ontario

And a few with truly astonishing bands of fire-like pigment next to inky black sky.

Eastern Ontario sunset in winter

We’ve enjoyed soft summer skies in July.

Evening sky in July, Eastern Ontario

And cool blue winter skies in January.

Blue winter sky in eastern Ontario in January

The moon has appeared in many different guises too, though I can never capture it to share it properly here it seems. This pale yellow moon appeared in the early hours of a July morning last year.

Full moon in early morning in July, eastern Ontario

We camped on our patch of land before our house was ever built here, not long after the Icelandic volcanic eruptions that grounded so many planes in the spring of 2010. The moon in the wee hours of that morning was absolutely enormous and an orangeish-yellow that I’ve never seen before. No camera to hand then, of course!

For now, we have a few more winter skies ahead of us until spring (though my goodness it feels like spring here already – we just don’t have winter like we used to).

Winter sky with early moon in Eastern Ontario

I never felt so connected to the sky and what it might be doing at any given time of the day until we moved here. I think I can say the same of all us, including our youngest, who painted this sunset last year.

The most amazing thing is that the sky and its sunsets and sunrises are the same for all of us underneath it, and yet different depending on where we are and what we see of it.

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Boys and budgies

Teenage boy with budgie on his arm

Our nine (yes, really!) budgies live in a homemade cage in our mudroom; we’re actually well advanced in building a new, larger cage as the existing cage was originally built to be home to just five budgies. As I’ve written about here before, our female, Milly, and an unidentified partner, managed to provide us with four more baby budgies last year.

On Sunday the mudroom got a much needed clean and the boys let the birds out for a fly. They don’t really fly so much as winging their way from perch to perch, including the boys themselves.

Young boy with white budgie on his hand

There was a bit of tension at first, as older son is always good at getting the birds to come to him, but a big smile broke out when youngest son also had success. Yes, we are the crazy bird people, but they are rather lovely, especially when the boys have time to interact with them like this.

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Sunrise

Eastern Ontario sunrise in winter

We were up very early on Sunday morning in order to volunteer at a pancake breakfast for the Scouts. Early enough, apparently, for my older son (the Scout in the family) to take a few shots of sunrise over the highway. My photos are always concentrated out the back of our property and towards sunset, and it was neat to come across these on the camera. I’m used to thinking of my teen as partially comatose in the mornings, which made this all the nicer.

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A little about me, apparently

Libby and Dave at Green Pocket Protector just tagged me in a little thing going ’round called “Mrs Sparkly’s Ten Commandments” or something like that. Thanks guys! I thought I was done for tonight, having just posted, but when I saw this I couldn’t pack it in just yet; it’s too tantalizing to realize that it’s not (quite) just me on my own out here.

Which of my categories does this go in, by the way? Details, details…

The 10 Questions

1. Describe yourself in seven words.
Measured yet impulsive. Straight-foward. Earnest, compassionate, hopeful.

2. What keeps you up at night?
Circuitous thinking, coyotes outside my window, anything important left unfinished.

3. Whom would you like to be?
I can’t imagine not being me or wanting to be me, but if I could get a glimpse of what it’s like to be someone else I might choose either somone wildly creative and prolific (just to see what it’s like) or one of my children (in the vain hope of understanding what makes them tick!).

4. What are you wearing now?
I work from home, but am glad to say that I have real clothes on and not my pyjamas. Grey cardigan, brown corduroy skirt.

5. What scares you?
Wasting my time.

6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?
Best – discovering fellow bloggers like Libby and Dave; creating something I feel good about; creating a record of what we’re doing here (as the brain cells are fading fast now that I’m over 40). Worst – no, I don’t have one for that, at least not today.

7. What was the last website you looked at?
Ha! We build websites for a living, so it was for a client.

8. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I’d make sure I never wasted my time or anyone else’s (see 5 above).

9. Slankets, yes or no?
No, no, no!

10. Tell us something about the person who tagged you.
I’m still getting to know them, but Libby and Dave are funny, inventive, and living in a way that I admire. Plus, they sound like cool geeks, the very best kind.

Tag, you’re it!
Okay, so now I’m supposed to tag another blogger. I’ve got to go in a foodie direction (one of my favourites) and tag Mama’s Gotta Bake. Her tagline is the best, her recipes are gorgeous (tasting and looking), and she’s a mum who bakes, like me. I also want to tag Domaphile and Circle of Friends. Edited to add: I somehow forgot Shambolic Living, and that won’t do!

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Winter mornings and breakfasts

Snow covered trees and ground in Eastern Ontario

That was the view outside my window this morning when I woke up. A white world. It wasn’t a lot of snow that we got last night, but enough to dust everything just so. That purple exercise ball is the only pop of colour in the whole picture – everything else is shades of white or grey.

The house was holding steady at 20 degrees (celsius), so we decided there was no need to light the fire, but I must admit that we’ve become spoiled by our wonderful Ironheart woodstove. Later in the day I confessed to feeling a bit chilled to my husband and we had to admit that we’ve become too used to the extra warmth put out by our woodstove.

Tonight I’m writing next to the Ironheart, as it’s just too inviting. We can justify the fire tonight, as even our concrete house would lose some warmth overnight without the addition of any more heat.

But back to breakfast. I’m not what I’d call a creature of habit, but I do tend to repeat favourite things or meals again and again for a period of time before moving on. I do get bored and need variety, especially in what I eat, but I do like to stick in a groove with favourite flavours or combinations for a time. It’s the closest I get to being predictable in that way.

At the moment, it’s muesli, a wonderfully simple homemade muesli recipe introduced to us by a good friend a few years back when we stayed at her family’s cottage.

Homemade muesli with large flake oats, dried apricot, raisins, pumpkin seeds and walnuts

It really is just whole oat flakes, dried apricots, raisins, pumpkin seeds and walnuts. No specific measurements, I just eyeball it as I throw everything into a large stainless steel bowl and mix it up. The resulting muesli is poured into several sealable containers, ready for a quick morning meal. I add milk to the bowl, just enough to wet things nicely, but no real submersion takes place. No added sugar or sweetening, but I can imagine that a drizzle of honey wouldn’t go amiss for some people; I’m usually one of those people, but I find I like this just as it is.

A number of years ago if you’d suggested that I might like chewing on dry oats without, say, the benefit of first baking them with honey and oil as when preparing granola, I’d have thought you were a bit cuckoo. Dry oats brings to mind horses and other barn animals. But I love it and I guess it’s a good thing it’s so good for me. Come to think of it, I did have a thing for Alpen, that dry muesli in cereal boxes, years and years ago, so this isn’t as surprising as I thought it was. There go more memory cells.

My usual companion to this breakfast, or indeed any breakfast, alternates between chai tea, English Breakfast tea and coffee, the most frequent of these being coffee.

Antique coffee grinder, bodum coffee pot and ceramic cup

I love a good latte, but since getting access to real milk from Cochrane’s a few years ago (and which I can only get sporadically now that we live so far from The Piggy Market and other reliable sources in Ottawa), I find I can’t enjoy one unless it’s with really good milk. Mainstream milk just ruins a cup of coffee for me now. So I’ve taken to drinking it black, something I thought I’d never do, much less enjoy.

Looks like we’re getting rain tomorrow, so it won’t be so pretty outside, but at least I know what I’m having for breakfast.

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Remind me never to…

…peel a Kabocha squash by hand again. Ever. Or any winter squash for that matter. Tonight I peeled, trimmed, seeded and cut up one such squash to include in a pasta recipe, and by the time I was done my shoulders ached and I wondered what in the hell had possessed me to start growing these suckers in favour of buying the frozen, pre-cut stuff in a bag!

Oh yeah, they store incredibly well for months at a stretch, are a great source of nutrition, are flavourful and lovely to cook with. They are just a total pain in the ass to prepare.

Supper was also somewhat later to the table than I’d hoped thanks to this diverting little activity, but I complain too much.

The squash ended up in a delicious and healthful pasta dish courtesy of The Scrumptious Pumpkin (gotta love those Freshly Pressed posts). I swapped Butternut for Kabocha squash, used leeks in place of shallots and added a bit of cream, because I can’t keep things too healthy. Life is a sad place without splashes of cream (or a good half cup or so).

The silver lining is that I ended up with far more squash than was needed in tonight’s recipe, so I froze the rest for future meals. Ha! Guess that’s one for me and one for the squash.

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40 after 40

’40 before 40′ lists are ubiquitous on the web, and I’ve often wondered why. I mean, I get the idea, but what’s the rush? And why 40? And what does that mean for the yawning stretch of years that will come after 40 if we are so fortunate? This isn’t the kind of post that you’d normally find on this blog, but given its tagline (‘what would happen if’), I think it’s entirely in keeping.

I’ll come completely clean and share that I celebrated 42 just last month. Turning 40 a couple of years ago was strange and nothing like what I expected. It was both a non-event and life altering in subtle ways. We happened to make a very big change at the time I hit the big 4-0: having decided to leave the city for the country, we had just found and purchased our new patch of land and were in the process of designing the new home we’d build on it. We completed that process and moved into our new home just before I turned 41. So 40 was a big year and a busy one and it went by in something of a blur. Forty-one found me much more pensive after the upheaval of 40, and 42 is something I’d been anticipating for a long time.

df of Wuppenif blog

So, this is 41, for me.

In case you didn’t know, 42 is the answer to life and the universe and everything, The Ultimate Answer, according to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I wouldn’t know this myself unless I was married to the man I chose to spend my life with; I did read The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul by Douglas Adams as a young woman (at the urging of a close male friend), but I’m pretty confident in saying that I’d never have read anything else by Adams and would have continued on in entirely blissful ignorance of The Ultimate Answer. But as it happens, I know that it’s 42, and so I have high hopes for this year.

42 life the universe and everything by GraphJam

Image from GraphJam

Don’t get me wrong; I too chased the notion of 40 before 40, mostly in my 30s as I stopped to consider what I had accomplished thus far and what I thought I should perhaps have accomplished by the time I hit the end of my fourth decade on this earth. But it always irked me somehow. Not the bucket list side of the whole notion of 40 before 40 (which I can take or leave), but the whole notion of ‘success’ and what success looked like for the youthful, under-40 crowd. Part of me craved success that never could be mine, because I had clearly chosen motherhood over my career (though I was still very much a working parent who was juggling ‘homework’ and professional work), a small life with small home-based aspirations over something larger and more significant or noteworthy.

I guess what really bothered me was that no one celebrates mothers or fathers who stay home-based to be there for their children, or indeed anyone who chooses or finds themselves occupying a ‘small life’. But at the same time, I knew that I and many others like me were not doing anything extraordinary and that I should stop feeling sorry for myself (which I only did for a nanosecond or two each year, as I’m just not someone who can stop to dwell on self-pity for very long).

For me, 40 before 40 was a nonsense that I never gave much thought to for two reasons:

1. If you look at the bucket-list side of 40 before 40 wishlists, I think they become exercises in disappointment for anyone parenting (and really wanting to be very available to their children). From 28 to 38 I was so immersed in parenting my two children that I barely paused to check my own pulse, never mind consider the list of things that I’d most like to be doing after I’d fed everyone and put them to bed. Having such a list would only have been frustrating and soul-destroying. This isn’t to say that I didn’t keep an eye on other dreams that I had for my life, but I had firmly relegated them to the backseat of my life for that time period (and was at peace with that decision).

2. That whole success thing, which I tried to describe above. Having enjoyed feeling like I was really on my way professionally in my 20s, my 30s were then spent trying to hold it all together and keep chaos at bay (having introduced children to the mix).

Now that my children are getting older (9 and 14, this coming spring), I’m finding that I’m naturally turning to the dreams that I had parked previously. I’m feeling a bit more restless, in a good way, and ready to try some things that have been lying fairly dormant for me. I don’t have much free time in which to do these things, once work and family life are considered, but it gets better all the time with older children on the premises.

I will pause to say that I’m totally in awe of people who achieve amazing things by this time of their lives, especially when they are also raising a family, but I do believe there is a difference in priority, as well as skills and drive. My biggest goal as a parent was – and continues to be – to be as central as possible to my children’s lives (without driving them nuts!), while also trying to demonstrate some good things through how I and my husband lead our lives. Raising children who will (hopefully) grow up to be responsible, interesting and contributing adults is the most important job I can think of and one that appeals to me.

Parenting is an endlessly hard and unpredictable job, of course, and can swing from providing tremendous highs to pavement-scraping lows. On days like the ones below, which come along from time to time, I feel as though we’re doing a reasonably good job:

Kids baking in the kitchen

Young child sawing a young tree

Brothers cuddling

Of course there are lots of time when I feel like we’re failing miserably and then I question whether our approach to parenting even matters. And then I remind myself that this is silly, and that this too shall pass, because keeping a hand on your guiding philosophy is important. Sometimes getting through a day without putting a particularly challenging and obstinate child up for adoption (or at least out at the curb with a ‘free’ sign) is achievement enough.

Anyway.

So, all this is perhaps leading to me considering my own list, which I would define as 40 after 40, or a wishlist/dreams/priorities that I may stand a reasonable chance of getting to now that my children aren’t hanging off my skirts 24/7.

My 40 after 40

Actually, how about just the first three; I think there are lots of subsets of these main points that I will be fleshing out in the months and years to come.

1. To make the most of the big change we made in moving here, to this piece of land, and to keep on top of our goals for what we want to do here. That’s a whole other list in itself. In the winter months, when our relationship to the land outside is necessarily quite different, I find it harder to stay connected and on top of those goals, so I need to be more mindful and work in a more concentrated way at it now.

2. To write my way into writing regularly and into writing bigger things (this sounds awfully vague, but I do have some fairly specific goals).

3. To embark on a new adventure with my family, as yet undefined, that will push us and help us engage even more with the world. Our move here is a long term adventure, but I’m drawn to doing something ambitious (for us, that is) that will challenge us physically as well as in a variety of other ways. We all loved our year living car-free and the side adventures that went with that year, and want to find our next ‘Everest’. I know that I want us to do something that matters, and that the rest of my family is likely to be game.

There has been talk at our house of turning this blog into more of group effort, with everyone under our roof posting. I have to say I like the idea. I’m also feeling like I need another blog of my own for some of these meatier topics that don’t entirely fit here; there are things I hold back on here as I’m concerned it’s not the right place, and I don’t want to be holding back.

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The mono chronicles

Teenage boy waxing skis indoors

Amazingly, our son only ended up missing a month of school, returning last week for nearly a full week. I’ve heard many horror stories of people who missed a whole semester of school when they had mono, and I’m grateful that in spite of its early intensity, he appears to have emerged from the grip of this illness quite quickly.

He’s been cautioned to take it slow on the physical activity, so we won’t see him heading out on his skis right away, but I know he is ever so keen. He was last seen waxing skis on New Year’s Day, right before he succumbed to mono. Taking it slow with walks and outings will continue to be our approach until he seems really ready for something more intense.

Today, in spite of some very cold weather, we trooped over to our treehouse for a picnic lunch including just-out-of-the-oven cornbread muffins and hot chocolate. It was good to get out and definitely a novel sort of outing!

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Anybody home?

Wild turkeys looking in through house window

This view is out of the window in the room where my husband and I work every day; it’s a pretty good view for a home office. Okay, so the windows are in need of a clean, but you can see those darn curious turkeys, can’t you? Anybody home?

So far we’ve had great views of all manner of birds and deer out of this window, but the turkeys are new and definitely the most pushy of our visitors. They’ll be asking for lunch next (it’s not going to happen!).

What I can’t seem to convey adequately in my photos is the wonderful way in which these birds are slipping about the icy ground outside the window. They are the picture of calm foraging creatures until they hit an icy patch, and then it’s all crazy feathers for a moment until they compose themselves again. I’ll keeping trying for a good snap.

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