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Garden Inspiration

When we were in Europe one thing I really enjoyed was all the green space. There were public parks full of trees, herbs, and blooming flowers, even in chilly Scotland. The open air markets all sold fresh-cut flowers and herbs and it was a delight to the senses. Maddie and I noticed especially in France that it seemed as though everyone was walking around with a fresh baguette and an armful of flowers.

When we got to Germany, my friend Diana’s deck was full of fresh herbs growing in pots, and it inspired me to bring some of that feeling back to the states with me.

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Community herb garden in Greyfriar’s cemetery in Edinburgh

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Flowers at Holyrood gardens in Edinburgh

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At Stratford-Upon-Avon

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At Borough Market in London. I’d love to grow lavender on that scale!

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In Wiesbaden, Germany

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Rose Garden in Eltville, Germany

Once I was home I realized that though I have herbs and flowers growing here, they are off in the vegetable gardens to attract the bees to pollinate the tomatoes and squash plants.  I decided I needed more herbs on the back deck, closer to the kitchen, and flowers wouldn’t hurt, either.  The roses in Germany seriously make me want to plant rose bushes everywhere; I’m not sure how that’ll work out, but I’m going to slowly add more of them all around. If nothing else, the bees will be happy!

I also wanted to put some smaller potted herbs in the kitchen on the windowsill, but unfortunately I can’t because of this:

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This:

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And to a lesser extent, this:

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At any rate, I bought some oregano, thyme, and rosemary to start, along with some flowers.

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It’s a start, anyway.  I’m going to add lavender, cilantro, and basil this weekend. Then I’m going to spend time pulling out the Virginia Creeper that has once again taken over everything out front so that I can start planning fall planting.

Yep, I said it.  It’s just about that time again.


Tagged: Farm, Garden, Trips

Scout Day!

I got to have a pretty perfect day yesterday. We finally managed to get our schedules to align, and Lisa, Trina, Brittney, Jenn, and Susan all met here so we could ooh and aah over Scout!

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Just look at that cutie!

Oona was thrilled because Lisa brought Alston along to swim. Neve and Emily hung around for all the food we had out. The rest of us were just so happy to be in each others’ company again and get some baby cuddles while we were at it.

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Brittney!

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I think Trina actually wins the award for “most smitten” with Scout.  It made me happy to see her getting to hold and snuggle him.  Almost as happy as it makes all of us to see Susan in this brilliant new phase of her life.

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He’s such a happy little thing!

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Lisa getting snuggle time.

I’m sad I didn’t manage any pictures of Jenn while she was here, but I am trying to mastermind another visit with her soon.  It’s such a treat to have friends like this that you can go months without seeing and then all fall back in together like it’s been no time at all.


Buffalo Cauliflower

Yes, I am posting a blog this evening about snack food.

During the last share-dyeing marathon, our friend Trina made me a big batch of Buffalo Cauliflower. Have you seen it? I’ve noticed it here and there on Pinterest and Facebook, but I’d never tried it. I was afraid I’d be disappointed, and then I’d want to make a big batch of Buffalo wings, and that just wouldn’t do my waistline any good.

But my friends, hear me: Buffalo Cauliflower is gooooooood.

I ate at least half a head of cauliflower myself and didn’t feel any of the greasy, over-stuffed, I-shouldnt-have-done-that, blergh that I usually feel.

That was months and months ago, and we now eat it at least twice a week here.

This is how we do it:

Chop up a head (or more!) of caulfilower into bite-sized pieces, and toss them in a big ziplock or similar.

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For one head, I usually melt about 3 TBS of butter. Then I pour it in the bag with the cauliflower and shake it up.

Next, add hot sauce.  I like to use Frank’s brand, since that’s what is used in authentic Buffalo wings.  But, I’ve had it made with Texas Pete as well.  It’s a matter of taste.

As for how much sauce to add….well, that depends on how spicy you want it. I add enough that when I shake it all up it makes the cauliflower a nice even orange.

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If I had to guess, I’d say I use about 1/4 cup.

Then I spread it all onto a baking sheet with parchment paper (or foil) and bake it at 400 for about 15 minutes, or until I can see bits of it starting to brown.

I like my cauliflower to still be kind of crunchy.

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Serve with ranch or blue cheese dressing.

Welcome to your next addiction!


Tagged: food

Remiss!

I’ve been remiss!! I haven’t posted in ages. I don’t have any great excuses, but I’ll try:

1. Re-entry has been more difficult and lingering than expected

2. The garden went bonkers and I’ve been spending a lot of time out there

3. One of our routers failed and out internet was suuuuuuuper slow for a few days

4. Sabine and Orzo went expeditioning and were missing for nearly 24 hours

Seriously, though, since we;ve been back Neve has been crazy restless and can’t seem to get back to a place where lounging at the pool or reading on a hot summer day is okay. She wants to be on the go and seeing things.  I know how she feels, though I have enough “Have to do’s” that I don’t have much time to be restless.  As for Maddie, she was in California all last week and Mexico the last several days.  She’s going to have an even more wicked vacation hangover!

The garden indeed went bonkers.  I’ve made jars and jars of refrigerator pickles with all the cucumbers, and I’m running out of ideas for zucchini.  I think I may make up a large batch of tomato-zucchini sauce and pressure can it this week.

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Lots and lots of butternut squash are coming in; hopefully the billions of squash bugs won’t kill them.  I’ve been going out every day and knocking them and their eggs into a bucket of soapy water.  I’ve used Neem oil.  I apparently UNDER used teh diatomaceous earth so I will try that again.  Yet every time I’m out there, I swear I hear them laughing and saying “We are legion! You cannot destroy us!”

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Lots of green balls!!!

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Baby Boo pumpkins!

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One of several cantaloupes.

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Little watermelons!

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Connecticut Field Pumpkin

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Sunflowers!

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There are also Long Island Cheese Pumpkins, Acorn Squash, Lumina pumpkins, and lots of basil.  My pepper plants seem to have failed while I was in Europe, which sucks.  But everything else is growing well.

We did have a scare last week with the power company.  We have a power-line right-of-way bisecting our property. It’s never been a big deal because it’s mostly over the stream anyway, and having them bush hog that muddy, sinky area every few years is just fine by us.  But last week I saw a crew come in with chemical sprayers.  I had no idea what they were spraying, and I ran out and told them they had to stop.  Unfortunately, I don’t speak Spanish, and they were having  hard time understanding the crazy white lady waving her arms and shouting about honeybees. I managed to make them understand “NO” and that they had to leave.  I then called the power company and found out they were spraying Round Up.

Now, here’s the thing.  I know the claim is that RoundUp is safe for insects and animals.  I know that there are scientific studies that say that it is safe at least in the short term.   But I also know that we don’t actually know what’s causing Colony Collapse, and that RoundUp has been mentioned a lot as a possible co-suspect along with other herbicides and insecticides.  Either way, I didn’t want them using in on my property (or near the wild blackberries, dammit!). Unfortunately, the gentleman in charge at the power co op basically accused me of being full of it. Fortunately, he agreed that they won’t use it on my property in the future.  Good news, I guess? Anyway, reason 8,472 not to buy a property with any right-of-ways on it!

I’ve been keeping a close eye on out hive, and so far, so good.

As for the dogs……

After grocery shopping all day yesterday I came home and discovered that both Orzo and Sabine were missing.  Now, Orzo, I wasn’t surprised.  He has his mom’s wanderlust, and no matter what ways we have tried to keep him in, he finds a way out (when the power guys came through I saw him jump clear over the fence with no running start).  But Sabine……

Sabine has never, never, EVER left the property. The handful of times that I have found her outside the fence she has been waiting next to it to be let back in.  For her to be missing was very, very upsetting.

The good news is that this morning they reappeared, seemingly dumped off here by a white work truck that then drove away. Sabine went straight back to the sheep and Orzo went into the garage and hid under the work desk in there. He’s been hiding under the deck since. I have no idea what happened or where they were, or why. As for Paul, he’s reconsidering the location of the cameras we have and will be adding more.

Orzo will be getting neutered soon and we’ve decided to get him microchipped as well (and more than likely Lucy as well, though she’s quite happily a house dog now).

So there’s my overly long excuse for not posting in a while.  I promise to do better now!


Tagged: Farm, food, Garden, Pets

Weeding and Purging

This past week has been a mix of monsoon-level rain and dreadful heat and humidity. In short, it’s not been a great week to be outside working on anything.

Yet here we are.

A bad storm whipped through on Thursday night, taking down a big tree on our neighbor’s property and sending it crashing into our fence. I hadn’t realized anything was amiss until I spotted Sabine out of the pasture.

Sabine NEVER leaves the sheep.

Paul spent Friday evening and the better part of Saturday cleaning that mess up. We didn’t bother saying anything to the neighbors. It was all the way in the back where they can’t see it, and why open that can of worms?

The recent storms also took down the patio umbrella, which fell onto the grill, knocking it over and breaking its burners in the process.

There was a lot of cleanup going on this weekend, to say th and least. The upside to all the rain, however, is how easy it made weeding (and stump removal! Paul got a whole lot of stumps pulled out of the pasture!).

With me being gone and no weeding being done for 16 days, the garden certainly had some issues.  Thankfully, though, he deep mulch method really seems to have kept it from getting out of hand entirely. I was able to go in and get much of the weeds taken care of fairly easily. I also picked a good number of zucchini and cucumbers. I’m keeping my eye on the squash bug situation, though, because despite liberal applications of Neem oil before I left th country, there are what feels like an unmanageable amount of the little bastards all over everything.  I sprayed more neem in the evening after the bees had gone in for th night, and have been picking them off as much  I can, but I have so very many plants and only me to manage it. So, fingers crossed!

While I was away the blackberry and raspberry bushes exploded ( the Japanese beetle population did, too, but that’s another story).  I’ve been picking buckets full of blackberries almost daily. If I were better organized this year I might have made some blackberry-infused vodka, or some jam. But alas, my plate is full of other things at the moment.

Like purging!

I came back from Europe with an eye to getting rid of all of the things in my closet and getting a smaller amount of better quality items.  It took me an entire day, and I have very little to wear now, but it’s done. My closet looks so much nicer and cleaner, and Goodwill is going to have quite the windfall!

I haven’t stopped with my closet; I’ve been turning a critical eye to the rest of the house as well. My in-laws gifted us their good China now that they’ve moved into a condo. We didn’t have anything even close to “good” dishes, so I want to make room for it. It’s a lovely pattern with colors that remind me a bit of the Polish pottery my friend Celeste collected when she lived in Germany.

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Squash sh plants and sunflower stalks as far as th eye can see!

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So so happy to see my hydrangeas blooming. Last year I got zero.

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This year’s inaugural strawberry shortcake – hopefully to be followed by many more.


Tagged: Farm, food, Garden, Pets

Back to Summer

I can’t believe this weekend was the Solstice. It barely registered!

Needless to say, re-entry has been a bit tough.   We’ve been enjoying some of the goodies I brought back (candy. Mostly Haribo from Germany and a bit of French chocolate), and I’ve re-created some of our new favorite foods.  The currywurst will take some tweaking, but the Croque Monsieurs and the Homity Pie (mashed potato pie with peas and cheddar) were a breeze.

The garden went bonkers while I was away, and I’ve been harvesting tons of blackberries, raspberries, green beans, and zucchini. It must be my reward for not “losing” my passport and faking a Scottish accent for the rest of my life.

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The green beans are in the pressure canner right now. It’s the first time I’ve used it, so I hope it all turns out properly!

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Homity Pie! It was a hit. Served hot with a pint of hard cider, it can’t be beat for comfort food.

Now if I can re-create some of the fashions I saw over the pond…….


Tagged: food, Garden

Bonus Day!

We were booked to leave Europe on a 5 pm flight out of Frankfurt on Monday the 15th.

When we checked our flight status that morning, however, we learned it had been canceled due to aircraft maintenance. How relieved were we that we happened to be staying with a friend!!!

The next available flight wasn’t until noon the following day, and I can’t say we were unhappy to have a bonus day in Wiesbaden!  We took advantage of it by taking the funicular (cliff rail) at the end of Diana’s street up the mountain and exploring a bit up there. The views were spectacular! We wandered around a beautiful old Russian Orthodox Church, and had lunch at a small cafe at the summit. Maddie indulged I yet more curry wurst (a new favorite!!!). Neve had a big, fresh pretzel with cheese and I had an apple strudel.

Later, Diana took us to another park to explore a bit before dinner at a lovely Lebanese place called “Restaurant Palmyra”, which was, of course, absolutely fitting.

We were all three of us surprised by Germany and just how much we loved it. We weren’t sure anything could match our adoration of London and Edinburgh, but we were wrong. Perhaps it was because Wiesbaden and Eltville were smaller cities; but it was easy to navigate and explore, and evyone spoke English. Everyone. And they were all so very friendly! Or perhaps it was because we were with such a dear friend the whole time.  I don’t think that was it, though; I think Germany is legitimately a beautiful, wonderful, welcoming place.

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The view from the mountaintop of Wiesbaden.

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Diana lives on a lovely, tree-lined, quiet street.

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At the Kurpark, Wiesbaden.

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Neve ve made a cute new friend outside the grocery store on our way back to the apartment.

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It it was a very sad goodbye to Diana the next morning.

Now we are home after a hellish trip back to the states (re-entry at Chicago was an absolute nightmare. Being a U.S. Citizen means exactly zero to customs and passport control here. Europe was far more welcoming). We spent six hours at Chicago O’Hare waiting for our flight to leave and got back into Richmond nearly 24 hours after waking up in Germany.

The 3 of us are going to be insufferable for awhile, comparing all of the wonderful we just experienced to the reality of home.

But it’s okay; I’m already planning on figuring out recipes for all that wonderful food!!!!


Tagged: Trips

Heavy

A week ago, I was told I was going to have a miscarriage.

(I hadn’t told you I was pregnant yet. I wasn’t hiding it, just wasn’t quite ready to share yet. I had just decided to when the spotting started.)

I knew this already. In the time it took to run all the blood tests from when I first started spotting to when I got the results, the miscarriage had already started. I was bleeding, not a lot, just the right amount. It was exactly like the midwife told me it would be.

It wasn’t bad, but I stayed home from work. It was more comfortable to be home with my boys. I pitted cherries from the farm and watched Death Comes to Pemberley on Netflix. I made a pie and did some light gardening. I swept the floors and read, all the while, trying not to mind that I was flushing away a pregnancy bit by bit.

By Friday, I was feeling pretty good. I thought the worst was behind me, that it could only go uphill from there. I was going go back to work on Monday. I spent the morning bouncing back and forth between light housework and writing a new chapter in my book, filling a hole in characterization. I felt I was on the mend.

I showered. The bleeding had picked up again, but I wasn’t concerned. A little bit of heavy bleeding was to be expected with this sort of thing. Still, it was time to pick Athrun up, and I made Brock drive, just in case. When I got out of the car to fetch Athrun from his grandparents’ house, I knew something was wrong. I had never felt bleeding that heavy as it was when that moment when I stood up.

Not wanting to alarm my husband too much, I just told him we needed to go home instead of the grocery store, like we had been planning. We hadn’t been out of the house more than 20 minutes, but I was overflowing the large pad I was wearing. It was scary, so I locked myself in the bathroom and called the midwife. She told me to get to the emergency room.

The bleeding didn’t slow down. We waited for more than 3 hours to be seen, with me limping, doubled over with labor-like cramps, to the bathroom every 30 minutes (or less) to change my pad, sickened at the alarming amount of red I was leaving in the toilet.

By the time I was seen, my lips were the same shade as the rest of my face and my blood pressure was dangerously low. I nearly passed out when they led me to my room. They put me on fluids. They examined me. They waited. The bleeding slowed, but not enough.

I ended up having a D&C in the middle of the night. The hospital was dark and quiet. So different from when we arrived and the ER was full of paramedics rushing patients in from ambulances, and police officers standing guard outside various rooms.

The operation was like a vacation. I got to sleep (anesthesia induced, but still, it was sleep). I got more fluids. When I was awake, they finally gave me some food and something to drink, and it was like heaven.

It was only about an hour til dawn when we got home, and I have spent most of the last three days sleeping. I am still pale as a ghost. Until last night, I was still dizzy if I was on my feet for longer than a minute. I can’t pick up my baby and I can’t drive, but slowly, I am recovering from the blood loss.

My husband has been doing everything. He is a superhero.

My miscarriage has been far more traumatic than labor ever was. And I’m still frightened that it isn’t over yet. I’m frightened of bleeding, even though it is such an essential part of being a woman. I don’t know where to go from here, but talking about this feels important.

Eltville Day

Diana took us on a shirt train ride to see the town of Eltville am Rhein (on the Rhine) and to see the strawberry festival happening just outside the city in a small suburb.

Eltville itself is just glorious; right on the water, and full of blooming roses. We picked a fantastic time to visit, for sure.

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We we are all completely smitten with Germany. And good thing, too, because our flight home was cancelled and we are here another night.m


Wonderful Wiesbaden!

After some crazy-tight train connections leaving France, we arrived in Wiesbaden, Germany.  My friend Diana met us at the station with German beer and pretzels, and I swear it was the best thing ever!

We have had the BEST time here in Germany.  Our first night we tried pork knuckle and sauerkraut for dinner (best sauerkraut I have ever, ever eaten) with German beer.

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The pork knuckle was fit for a medieval king!

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Apple strudel.

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We spent the day walking around downtown Wiesbaden yesterday, exploring the area before heading out to the festival in the evening. It was such a wonderful, wonderful day. Neve absolutely loves it here, and we do, too.

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There are thermal springs here in Wiesbaden (“Baden” means “bath”), and we *may* have put Neve in the “healing waters”.

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The world’s biggest cuckoo clock!

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Yummy Kaffe Crema!

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Berry waffle bowl

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Diana and I.

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The festival was an absolute blast. The street food (and alcohol! Everywhere!) was incredible, and the atmosphere was impossibly friendly and fun.

Neve and Maddie’s favorite night of the trip, so far.