Monthly Archives: May 2012

In the garden

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Weekend Reading

A Derby Win, but a Troubled Record for a Trainer from the Times. Disturbing…

The Climate Fixers: Is there a technological solution to global warming? from The New Yorker.

The frequent fliers who flew too much from the Los Angeles Times.

Unsolved Mystery from Texas Monthly. Everyone who lived in Texas in 1991 remembers the Austin yogurt shop murder. Most people don’t realized it was never solved.

15 Powerful Things Happy People Do Differently from Purpose Fairy.

That is not artisan. One woman’s rage against the abuse of the term “artisan” in the world of processed food.

Do Mobile Farms Guzzle More Gas Than They’re Worth? from Co.EXIST.

Why Isn’t It Easier to Build Small Houses? from Good.

Did you read anything this week that made you think? Share it with us.

 

Sail Away …

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The ferry Martha’s Vineyard on the way to the island of Martha’s Vineyard


LAMB of the Week: Aldrin

We’ve got a lamb who’s completely stolen all three of our hearts.

Meet Aldrin, the littlest and youngest of this year’s lambs.

Yesterday was his first day out in the pasture, and he made a fine day of it. We worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with his mama– and definitely not with all of the other lambs, who’re leaping like fish and running like devils– but he stuck it out admirably.

Snow, his mother, is a wonderful ewe. She protests loudly if he ever skips out of her sight, stomps her front hooves angrily if anyone– even Cini– walks between the two of them, and stands right by him, waiting impatiently, while he drinks his thrice-daily bottle.

Since we lost his sister, Armstrong, we’re keeping an extra-special watch over him, and making sure he gets lots of attention (and extra food). We spend so much time together, it’s no wonder we’re all so attached to him!

Likewise, it no wonder he’s so attached to us! He runs across the pasture as soon as he sees us, baaing all the way. Let me tell you, there’s no feeling in the world like being loved by such a sweet little lamb.

Garden Update


Basil ready for transplanting.

I have been a bad gardener so far this season. Most of the seedlings Athrun and I planted failed, mostly because I couldn’t afford the soil to transplant them soon enough. I can’t take all the blame though, the weather has been so wishy washy that we have had random freezes, even with days regularly in the 90s since March. One pour squash plant was decapitated by an errant yo-yo. Things happen, and there is still time to start over.

Last night I went to the hardware store and bought a whole heap o dirt. I mean, during this time of year, I am sure it’s not uncommon for someone to buy 4 bags of 2 cubic feet of potting soil, or even more. I do think it is probably unusual for someone to ask for it to be loaded in the back seat of a Ford Escort instead of the bed of pick up truck (at least there was no kid in the car seat is all I am saying because there was no room back there for anything but dirt.)

And, I am pretty sure my neighbors thought I was crazy, hauling that much soil up into my apartment. They know how small the apartments here are. Where would you keep that much dirt? What would you do with it?


I am keeping my mounds of neatly bagged soil on the balcony–along my garden table (folded for now), a blanket for low temperature nights, a chair for convenience (you can see a leg off to the left) and these:


That my friends is what I am now christening a potato bag. It looks to be tarp sewn in a cylinder with two little velcro flaps on the side and some drainage holes in the bottom. I got two for $14.99, which looking at the materials out of the package, seems to me a little steep. However, I have never grown potatoes before, so what do I know?

Over the winter we had some organic potatoes sprout before they could be eaten. I kept them in the window all winter long and they were growing very well off their own tuber energy. Last night I planted six of them in the potato bags.


Some alien-looking potato sprouts.

I followed the instructions on the package for the planter, with a little bit of wisdom from the Vegetable Gardener’s Bible (which is due back at the library tomorrow and makes me sad.) With any luck, we’ll have our own crop of potatoes this year.

I’ll be planting the Earth Boxes this weekend with tomatoes, cucumber, zucchini, and one box will be dedicated to whatever Athrun wants to plant. Probably something impractical that he won’t eat, but you never know.

I loved getting my hands in the dirt again, even if it was bagged potting soil.

My Mom …

Born in Waterville, Maine

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Raised on Martha’s Vineyard

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Married a Jersey boy…

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and had a Jersey girl.

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The next to the last Mother’s Day I spent with my mom was May 1975.  My parents were vacationing on the Cape and she was unaware that we were driving up to surprise her for the weekend.  I gave her the book ‘Mostly On Martha’s Vineyard, A Personal Record’ by Henry Beetle Hough,  as I knew she’d know some of the people mentioned in the book.  I am so glad I did that because after reading the book she decided she wanted to sail over to the Vineyard to visit her mother’s grave.  It turned out be her last trip to her beloved Vineyard.

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Posts about my mom:

‘Grandma’ – a beautiful post by my daughter Deb

‘Spirits’ – a ghost story

‘Lost Ring Story’

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And You. Are. There…


Our video from Maryland Sheep and Wool is here!  It's the next best thing to having you in my pocket that we could come up with.  Big thanks to Emma - photographer, videographer, and video editor extraordinaire...


This Evening in Puppies

Whenever we poke our heads in to the barn to check on Lucy and the puppies, the pups are only ever doing one of two things.

They’re eating. Or they’re sleeping.

Sometimes, they fall asleep in the middle of eating.

And, while they’re asleep, they dream about eating.

It’s a simple life, really.

And yet, right under our noses, they’re growing and changing– their noses and paws have turned black-black, they make different noises, and their locomotive powers have greatly increased. Plus, they really have doubled in size since this past Saturday– I was holding this little guy up to take his photograph, and, wow, what a chunk!

We’re just so lucky to be here to watch it all happen. I can’t wait to see how much they’ve grown in another week’s time!

Roosimine

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At last I can show you some of what I have been knitting. This is Roosimine, the round 5 pattern for Sock Madness. I wasn’t the primary test knitter but I did get called in for backup when Tricia thought it was really easy and wanted to see if I thought the same. I knit loosely and I think that gives me an advantage in these sorts of patterns so that I blew through the cuff very quickly and it goes over my heel with the greatest of ease.  I have a high instep though so when I got to the arch shaping the sock wouldn’t go onto my foot and I put it away in time out for awhile. Lo and behold, when I got it out for a photo session this morning it does go on my foot but it’s wicked tight over the instep. Now I must decide whether to frog and reknit the foot with shaping on alternate rows rather than every row or just let it be and hope it loosens up a bit more. It’s a very fun knit and I highly recommend it!

Tutorial: Fair-isle Floats