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It's Everywhere

Goodness abounds!

Winter Immersion with Trackers is blowing my mind – the activities/projects/days are not only amazing but the people I get to work with are absolutely fantastic as well. So many unique and wonderful individuals with similar goals but lots of different ideas and paths.

I’m finally starting to figure out Portland a little bit. And really, it’s only a little bit, because there’s just SO MUCH of it to figure out. NE and SE are starting to make a little more sense to me. I still sometimes end up on the freeway a little sooner than I’d like to be, and other times I end up driving a lot further than I should just to get somewhere that was supposedly 5 minutes away. But I’m learning, and it feels really good.

Hi Portland, I’m glad we met. :-)

When I got home tonight, Grandma Lucy had left me a note saying there was Vegetarian Chili and Cornbread for me and that she’d get to the dishes in the morning. That is love. What a sweet gift.

I know so very many ridiculously incredible people. And I just keep meeting more of them. Which, to be honest can get a little overwhelming because I want to spend time with all of them. But I just don’t have that much of me to go around.

I have friends that let me crash on their couch or at their house at the drop of a hat; something that continues to surprise and delight me and I am so grateful for the gift and still coming up with ways to show my thankfulness.

I get so many little (and sometimes big) opportunities to laugh. And it just feels so damned good to do it. I think you might like it, too.

I can honestly say right now that my life is so very full of goodness that my heart sometimes feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest – though in a very good and not-at-all-heart-attacky sort of way. I just don’t know what it is.

Even if there is pain and difficulty at times, I’m just so glad to be alive. And to live life. And when you realize this sort of thing, you want more than anything for everyone else to feel that same way about their own lives. Because it just feels so good! I don’t say this sort of thing to gloat or make it seem like I’m better than other people, I’m just in a really good place and I feel somehow like I owe it to everyone and everything to let it be known. I may not always smile or actually be elated and happy every moment of the day -- because it's not really about being HAPPY, it's more about just showing up and being present for whatever is going on. That something could be a very short conversation with someone you've just met, a walk, a game of cards with a friend, a phone call to someone you're not sure what to say to but know you ought to talk to them anyway, a few minutes outside in whatever the weather or a trip to the grocery store. Just BE there. And see what happens.

Something keeps bringing me back to this place. And when I’m not in this place, it’s getting a lot easier for me to remember that it’s close by and that I can choose it if I want to. And maybe that’s a big part of it. Maybe I’m just getting better at choosing it.

It's almost official

I don't know that "official" is a very good word to describe TrackersNW. And I say this as a GOOD thing. If you visit their website you might get more of an idea what I'm talking about because I just don't think I can explain it properly. In fact, the best way to understand it is to participate in a Taster Day. So maybe you should just plan on that instead (once they update it).

I'm extremely excited to have the opportunity to participate in Winter Immersion. It's not really "official" until I sign the contract, but I am really looking forward to so many aspects of the next three months. I can't wait to have some structure in my life again. I miss the structure of working at Gus and Co with it being winter and the fact that I'll have some kind of a schedule again is a very good thing. It's never something I've been very good at -- giving myself a schedule -- perhaps that's something I'll learn someday. But for now, I will be grateful for a schedule from someone else.

One of the awesome things about Trackers is that they're very flexible and often run on "Flex Time" so perhaps even though I'll have a schedule it will be something where I'll also be learning to create my own schedule at the same time. I have yet to fully understand "Flex Time" but I look forward to learning more about it.

Baking Season -- or something like that

So I made Vegan Brownies this evening and they turned out really really well! I know there are usually two separate camps as far as "gooey" or "crunchy" are concerned but I definitely went the "gooey" route on these. My worry with a Vegan Brownie recipe is that if you do overcook it, it's just going to be super dry as opposed to crunchy. Like chalk. :-) Eew.

I did the recipe slightly differently than the directions called for:
** Instead of Soy Milk I used some unflavored Almond Milk.
** Being too lazy to come up with my own double boiler, I just used the microwave -- be careful with chocolate chips and hot oil, though. Ow.
** I always add about twice the amount of Vanilla Extract a recipe calls for -- so 2 tsp is what I used.
** When I had finally combined everything at the end I tasted it and it wasn't quite sweet enough so I added a TBSP of honey.
** Added some Chocolate Chips to the top of the brownies just before putting them in the oven.
** I originally set the timer for 15 minutes just to be sure they didn't get overdone and then ended up letting them go for another few minutes and they came out pretty gooey. So if you like them a little more done, go for at least 20 minutes.
** The flour I used was Unbleached White Whole Wheat Flour from King Arthur Flour Co. and instead of spraying the pan I actually used parchment paper. Not such a big fan of the aerosol food products.

http://www.vegetariantimes.com/recipes/10707

Fudgy Brownies

Vegetarian Times Issue: September 8, 2008   p.67   —   Member Rating: 111

Ingredient List
Serves 16

    * ¾ cup unbleached flour
    * ¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
    * ¹/8 tsp. baking powder
    * ¹/8 tsp. baking soda
    * ¹/8 tsp. salt
    * ¼ cup vegan chocolate chips
    * ¼ cup canola oil
    * 1 small ripe banana, mashed
    * ½ cup sugar
    * ½ cup plain soymilk
    * 1 Tbs. flaxseed meal
    * 1 tsp. vanilla extract


Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Coat 9-inch-square baking pan with cooking spray. Whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in large bowl.
2. Melt chocolate chips with canola oil in double boiler, stirring until smooth. Remove from heat, and whisk in banana and sugar. Combine soymilk, flaxseed meal, and vanilla in measuring cup, then fold into chocolate mixture. Stir chocolate mixture into flour mixture until just combined, then spread in prepared baking pan.
3. Bake 20 to 25 minutes, or until toothpick inserted 2 inches from side of pan comes out dry, but middle is still soft. Cool in pan on wire rack, then cut into 16 squares.

It's That Time Again

Mamabear came down Saturday and we went up river to my parents' acreage to see about finding ourselves some chestnuts. And yay! They're everywhere. These little buddies are not to be trifled with, though. You better be wearing some thick gloves if you want to play ball. Inside those mean-looking hulls are the loveliest, glossiest dark reddish-brown (or perhaps chestnut-colored!) nuts. Usually each hull contains three nuts -- most of the time there are one or two viable (sizeable) nuts and one that is rather shriveled, but I opened quite a few that actually had three sizeable buddies inside. We try to throw the "seeds" (the smaller/shriveled nuts) over the river bank or around the base of each tree so they'll sprout up on their own. (I've not boned-up on my chestnut vocab or knowledge yet, so please pardon my obvious novice status). A lot of the nuts had actually fallen out of their hulls right onto the ground and we gathered those as well. Looks like we may have beaten the squirrels and birds to the punch this year. Or perhaps it was such a bumper crop that there's still plenty to go around. And considering what an amazing year it's been for most every plant around, that just might be the case.

This site seems to have some valuable chestnut info. They recommend slicing a small "X" in the skin of the chestnut and then roasting them at 375 degrees for 30 minutes or so (similar to what we've done for the past few years). Mamabear and Papabear have also teamed up in years past to make Smoked Chestnut Pasta. This year is no exception. Mamabear gathers the chestnuts, Papabear smokes them in his Traeger, Mamabear grinds them into Chestnut Flour and makes them into pasta (linguine and ravioli last year if I remember correctly). Yes, as a matter of fact, my parents are pretty awesome. Mamabear got the idea after reading this book.

Let us not forget the other amazing trees on my parents' property. There's the beautiful and gigantic Beech (about the same size as most of the Chestnut Trees -- which is to say at least as tall as a 10 story building) and also a rather large and friendly Hawthorn (I gathered some of its berries which are known to be good for medicinal uses). [I'd like to say I have a soft spot for the Beech Tree and in fact, I will; I've got a soft spot for the Beech Tree! The trunk and base of it just look so welcoming and happy. I also gathered a few of its nuts to see if I might start a few Beech Trees from seed.] There are also a few Filberts that I visited a month or so ago and harvested a small amount from, but had my timing wrong and didn't realize that I ought to have come back again sooner than this weekend. Next year maybe I'll get it right.

I'm rather in awe of the fact that there is food everywhere, whether we're actually cultivating it or not. Nature is so ridiculously miraculous.

Let's Go for a Walk!

I love going for walks. Especially on sunny, crispy, slightly chilly new Fall days. Those walks are made even better when it just so happens I’m accompanying folks I adore. Yesterday I finally had some time to hang out with Em and Morgan and Turkey, their fabulous pooch (and Guido, their semi-new kitteh who I officially adore after meeting him for the first time yesterday) and on the schedule was a late afternoon foraging walk through their SE Portland neighborhood. I get pretty fired-up about going for walks with other folks – there’s just something exciting and wonderful and adventurous about traveling by foot. It’s slow enough that you can observe as much or as little as you like (though usually it’s the former) and you can go at whatever pace you wish. I love to observe the world around me and walking is a great way to do it. Walking in new and unfamiliar places is such an adventure! Not to mention that there was a foraging aspect to this particular Sunday walk and I am all about the free food. Especially when it’s food that might otherwise go to waste. Though, I suppose this food probably would not have gone to waste because there are innumerable squirrels and other creatures in Portland that surely dispatch with the fruit of any and every chestnut, walnut and filbert tree (and any other nut or fruit tree to be found) in the city.

I don’t go for walks as often as I ought to. I don’t mind walking around Woodland (and I haven’t actually done it all that much, probably because I don’t have anyone to join me and walking is something I enjoy more with a friend) but there’s a little something missing. Maybe it’s the smallness of Woodland. Perhaps that’s something to ponder.

I went on a walk earlier this summer and even though things turned out different than what I’d hoped for, that walk was still pretty amazing. (Ha! So cryptic!) I also remember a walk I went on in college. It was an evening walk around the upper Queen Anne neighborhood and there was something downright magical about that particular walk on that particular night and quite honestly with that particular person. Things also did not turn out the way I had hoped in that situation, but still, the memory remains in my head. And I’m happy with that. There was a walk with Kayti last summer when we picked blackberries in the wet morning grass and came back rather soggy from the dew. And last winter, walking through Bellevue with Kayti and her Mom and watching them catch giant snowflakes in their mouths. That memory makes me smile. Often when I go for a walk, it seems to inspire conversation that might not otherwise take place. I seem to think better when I'm walking. Though the same cannot necessarily be said for trying to think and do any number of other things at the same time.

I think this fall and winter shall be a time for more walking. Who wants to come with me?

Lapellah Harvest Dinner Menu August 19, 2009

Oh, the deliciousness will ensue again in just a few days. This ridiculously lucky/blessed/fortunate farmgirl gets to go to the second Harvest Dinner at Lapellah, too!!!!!! Life just gets better all the time. The April Jones crew will be representing, big-time.
Fifteen minutes of yesterday were kind of crummy. But I'm over it. It's hard not to laugh at someone that leans out of a car window and yells horrible things at a complete stranger standing half-a-football-field away. Really? Who does that?
How can I keep making the world a better place one jar of delicious canned goods at a time if I dwell on such things? I can't.
Enjoy the menu. Try not to salivate on your keyboard.

Amuse Bouche: Chilled Cucumber Shot

1^st Course: Tomato and Bread Soup with Basil and Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Wine: Argyros Estate Santorini 2004

2^nd Course: Frisee and Arugula Salad with Colorado Rose Potato and Beet Chips
Wine: Trinity Viognier 2007

Amuse Bouche: Water Melon Granita and Ice Plant

3^rd Course: Stuffed Green Chili with Fresh Mozzarella and Tomato Jam
Wine: Cermeno Tinta De Toro 2006

4^th Course: Whole Rotisserie Bone in Pork Loin with Indian Shell Beans and White Carrots
Wine: Beresan “Buzz” Cabernet Sauvignon/Syrah Blend 2006

5^th Course: Tapioca Pudding with Black Berries
Wine: Inama Veneto Bianco Vino Dolce 2006

Waiting for the Apocalypse

I have a problem.

‘Tis the season for putting up lovely green, red, purple, magenta, orange, bright yellow (and any other variety of colors your mind can conceive of) vegetables and fruits. This is a happy thing. But it would seem that the canning closet in the basement is still somewhat full of the bounty I preserved from last season. That food was supposed to be all eaten up by now – delved into and enjoyed during the cold, long winter. But evidently I didn’t eat or share enough this winter. However, this is a problem that many of my friends and family will benefit from now. I’ve still got Spiced Crabapples, Pie Cherry Preserves with Almond and Honey, Hilly Dilly Beans, Spaghetti Sauce, Straight Tomato Sauce, Pickled Peppers (my personal favorite), Pickled Beets and Pickles (Cucumbers). Tthere are at least 50 pints and quarts (probably more, or maybe less – my estimating skills are complete crap). Obviously a person can’t subsist on pickled vegetables and tomatoes alone, but you can sure as heck give it a try. ;-)

So if anyone is interested in these canned goods of mine, let me know. I’d welcome a donation if you feel like doing so, but I would for sure like to have a $1 deposit for each jar you end up with. And each time you return one to me (in reusable condition, of course) I’ll give you $.50 of it back. How does that sound? I would much much rather have the jars back then to keep your extra $.50. Many of the jars have been in our family for a while and I would like to keep it that way. This may or may not work out, but let’s give it a shot. J Since the comments are disabled on my blog here (due to drug [Cialis] dealers) you ought to send me an email instead. If you are a friend or family of mine that lives anywhere other than the Vancouver and Portland area, you may be out of luck for the time being. Go ahead and email me anyway if you’re interested and I’ll try to remember to let you know the next time I head North.

littlebunnyhill at gmail dot com

Everything I’ve canned so far this year (which includes Raspberry Jostaberry Freezer Jam, Pickled Fridge Beets, Frozen Basil Pesto, Frozen Basil Parsley Pesto, Dill Pickles, Blackberry Jam, Lewis River Plum Jam, more Dill Pickles, Hilly Dilly Beans, Frozen Roasted Peppers, more Frozen Basil Parsley Pesto and Lewis River Plumberry Jam) has been grown in my own organic garden or in the orchard at Pikku or on the certified organic farm where I am totally blessed to be employed. Keep in mind that when I say “canned” I also mean pickled, jammed, frozen or somehow preserved. I find it pretty unbearable and unacceptable to allow most any food to go to waste. Especially fresh, beautiful produce. Though I am realizing (though it is probably quite obvious to most) that it is physically impossible to have the time and energy to manage every last bit of it. The fact that I can compost usually makes me feel better, though. It’s not going to waste, it’s actually going to end up feeding the soil and in turn feeding our bodies again next season. That helps me sleep better when I just can’t get to every single ripe plum from the tree or green bean off the vine. (Yes, these [and this and this] are the kinds of things that keep me up at night).

If you’re just getting started with food preservation I would highly recommend the book Stocking Up by Carol Hupping. It’s got great canning recipes but also a lot of information on proper harvesting and freezing or general preparation of fresh fruits and veg (and it’s a Rodale Institute book). The Ball Blue Book of Preserving is another faithful standby – and it’s actually where I got my Dilly Bean recipe. Another book I haven’t entirely had time to explore but when I checked it out from the library it definitely seemed to have some deliciousness between its pages was The Complete Book of Small-Batch Preserving. Whereas Stocking Up and Ball Blue Book of Preserving are old standbys with the tried-and-true recipes your Grandma probably used to make, The Complete Book of Small-Batch Preserving stands out as having some recipes with more interesting combinations and flavors – less tradition and more experimentation. I’ve still got a ton to learn about food preservation and I will – I WILL – overcome my fear of pressure canners sometime in the near future. Maybe that will even happen in the next few months. I am limiting my food preservation world by a lot with this shortcoming and it must be remedied.

If you’re into the fruitier side of things, have a look-see at Pomona’s Universal Pectin and get set to jamming. It’s good stuff. I feel better about the ingredients than I do when using other commercial pectin.

If you need some food preservation support, I’ll do my best to help you. But like I said, I’ve still got a lot to learn!

Lapellah Harvest Dinner Menu from July 22, 2009

For both courses that included meat, Chef Dave was kind enough to substitute a vegetarian option -- one included quinoa and the other included arborio rice.

Amuse (passed): Fried Squash Blossom with Conway Family Farms Goat Cheese.
Wine: Malibran Prosecco

1^st Course: “Mystery” Tomato with grilled Ricotta Salata Cheese and Basil Oil.
Wine: Apolloni Pinot Blanc 2007

2^nd Course: Crispy Little Finger Eggplant with Yukon Potato puree and semi-dried tomato.
Wine: Hirsch Gruner Veltliner #1 2007

3^rd Course: Roasted Local Albacore with Summer Squash and Green Cipollini onions.
Wine: Evesham Wood Rose of Tempramillo 2008

4^th Course: Grilled Wild Boar Chops with roasted Hungarian Wax Peppers and Lorz Garlic.
Wine: Grochau Cellars Rogue Valley Syrah 2006

5^th Course: Mascarpone Mousse Triffle with local berries and lemon pound cake.
Wine: Inama Vino Dole 2006

Hori Horis and Hoes

I’m feeling very blessed and find it necessary to speak out about it. For as much complaining as I sometimes do (be it internally or externally) and as frustrated as I am by so many things in this world, I have a pretty charmed life. I can assure you that this is in no way a complete list of all the things that lead me to be qualified as blessed, but I’m trying.

I live in a beautiful house (with air conditioning), on the river, in the Pacific Northwest, free of rent, with my Grandmother. I – for the most part – have free reign over at least ¼ of an acre of the property to grow whatever vegetables, flowers and herbs I so desire (so long as they’re legal). I have fresh, running water to feed and wash my own body and the plants and animals that I take care of. I get to play in the dirt every day if I so choose, and most of the days I do so I even get paid for it. I am grateful to actually have a job. On top of that, I work for a “boss” that is one of the most phenomenal, kind, hilarious, centered, generous, caring, patient, brilliant, talented, creative, organized, fun and amazing women I’ve ever met and I also get to call her my friend. Almost every day I work for her I am treated to an incredibly fresh and delicious and beautiful lunch with entertaining and lovely (and almost always hilarious) conversation. I get to hang out with two dear boys named Gus and Tesla and scratch behind their ears and possibly get licked in return. I have so many incredible friends and family in my life and even though I am far away from many of them, I still get to talk with most of them on a regular basis. I have a beautiful and patient and caring and generous family, which includes more than just my fabulous Mamabear, Papabear and the Reverend Tel.

I am privileged and fortunate enough to have the means and the time to grow my own food and a place to prepare it. Even if the oven doesn’t always work or some of the burners are no longer functioning, I still have a place to cook!

This Wednesday I am blessed to be attending a special Harvest Dinner at Lapellah in Vancouver. I am being treated to a reservation at this special dinner by the fabulous Aunt Dusty and Uncle Larry – who I also get to see at work on a regular basis. They are part of the April Jones family and damnit if all of the Joneses aren’t just the cat’s meow.

I recently got to spend time with my best Lisa and her awesome boyfriend Greg – even if it was a short time it was a good time. We met in the middle (Centralia) and had a lovely morning at the Country Cousin and Fort Borst Park. Saturday night I got to spend the evening at a BBQ with some friends in Portland whom I’ve not seen for a while – dear Gretchen and Jerrod. And I got to meet some new friends, too. :-) Sunday I went to another BBQ of sorts and spent time with some other Portland friends that I’ve not seen in a while. Also a good thing.

How could I possibly be unhappy in the midst of so much goodness? Yes, there are often days when it’s hard to see the good things, even though there are quite obviously so many of them. But I will remind myself over and again and sometimes I’ll remember and sometimes I won’t. And hey, that’s ok.

Raise your hand

If you also woke up to hearing the following on NPR this morning and subsequently threw up in your mouth and once you recovered turned the radio off:

Marketplace is supported by Monsanto, committed to sustainable agriculture, creating hybrid and biotech seeds designed to increase crop yields and conserve natural resources. Learn more at ProduceMoreConserveMore.com

Sorry NPR, we're no longer friends. I am appalled, dismayed, angry, hurt, frustrated, disappointed, flabbergasted and let down. I guess maybe I placed you a little too highly up on a pedestal. Because you have a long way to fall when you do something this low. There are so very many things wrong with this.

(Evidently this little 12-second ad has been playing on NPR for maybe a few weeks now but I heard it for the first time this morning. Just type "NPR Monsanto" into Google -- or Bing if that's your thing. I can't say it any better than this person.)

*My apologies to my very wonderful boss who I called this morning immediately after I heard this -- because I knew she would be outraged as well -- for interrupting/ruining her morning tea.

Lofty

I've never gotten along terribly well with poetry. It started in elementary school in Mr. Egawa's class where on a weekly basis we would draw a card out of a deck and whichever Shel Silverstein poem happened to be on that laminated card we had to memorize it by the end of the week and recite it in front of the entire class. The main problems being: a) Shel Silverstein wrote some really long poems, b) it had to be done FROM MEMORY and c) it had to be recited in front of the entire class. No thank you, please. I'll just sit here at my desk and practice my Denelian instead.

The poetry I was exposed to (read: forced to read) in high school was not something that I enjoyed one bit, either. Analyzing the crap out of 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is an experience I could have done without. And hey, just for kicks, why don't we do that in front of the entire class, too.

I admit, I am the sort of person who analyzes movies (thanks, Mr. Hinman) or tries to figure out who a particular song might be referring to -- or at least I used to be -- but poems are a different bird. They seem as though they're meant to be sort of ethereal or downright vague sometimes. And I'm ok with that.

Despite the fact that poetry and I have never been real tight, I heard Garrison Keillor read the following [poem] on Writer's Almanac a month or so ago and everything around me got kind of quiet and shiny. My breath caught a bit in my throat and I let the poem float around me. It seems beautiful and true and right.



The Sorrows
by Gary Fincke

Whatever the Sunday, the sorrows kept the women in the kitchen,
 My cousins and their mothers, my grandmother, her sister, all of them
 Foraging through the nerves for pain. They signed and rustled and one would
 Name her sorrows to cue sympathy's murmurs, the first offerings 
 Of possible cures: three eggs for chills and fever, the benefits
 Of mint and pepper, boneset, sage, and crocus tea. Nothing they
 Needed came over-the-counter through prescriptions not bearing
 A promise from God, who blessed the home remedies handed down
 From lost villages of Germany for the aunt with dizzy spells,
 For the uncle with the steady pain of private swelling; for passed blood,
 For discharge and the sweet streak from the shoulder. In the pantry,
 Among pickled beets and stewed tomatoes, were dark, honeyed liquids, 
 The vinegar and molasses sipped from tablespoons for sorrows
 So regular they spoke of them as laundry to be smoothed by the great iron
 Of faith which sets creases worthy of paradise. And there, when only 
 A hum came clear, they might have been speaking from clouds like the dead,
 But what mattered when the room went dark were the voices reaching into
 The lamp-lit living room of men who listened then, watching the doorway
 And nodding at the nostrums offered by the tongues of the unseen
 As if the sorrows were soothed by the lost dialect of the soul,
 Which whispered to the enormous ache of the imminent.

~ from The Fire Landscape: Poems
© University of Arkansas Press, 2008

A Mother's Day Gift

I asked Mamabear last night what she wanted for Mother's Day. Mind you, it was already Mother's Day Eve at that point. I ended up working most of the day Sunday and she didn't get into town until 3 or 4...in years past, this certainly would not have stopped me from staying up late the night before to create something lovely (or at least something lovely in Mamabear's eyes) to gift her on Mother's Day. Maybe I've just gotten old and lazy. When asked the above question she first answered, "I can't really think of anything...just to spend some time with you." And then she thought for a few more seconds and said, "Would you help me plant some lavender up at our property?" I of course answered that I would, gladly. Or at least I hope that's what I answered...either way it was a "yes". :-)

So this morning Mamabear, Hank and I headed up river. At this point in time, Mamabear (and Papabear’s) property doesn’t have much on it – an old horse barn, a “tuff” shed that mainly functions as storage and a Clean Green Studio currently under construction. Mamabear and Papabear also have not yet moved onto their property. But Mamabear (and Papabear) have big plans for it (and the Rev and I have some plans for it next month). Many of Mamabear’s plans involve plants and trees.

The property is gated (not a fancy gate but a farm gate) and locked so when we arrived, I hopped out and removed the lock so we could head inside. We spent a good deal of time clearing away blackberries near the entrance to the property in order to plant a Star Magnolia in memory of our dear friend Brownie Criner who recently left us. In the process of clearing away these blackberries we “found” a nest of Bumblebees (and by “found” I mean that we must have stepped on it and woken them up – they didn’t seem angry, just a little confused and alarmed). I don’t believe I’ve ever actually seen “Baby” Bumblebees before so today was a first in that department – they are CUTE. Yes, a cute insect. I said it.

At some point during the process, though, I felt something a bit slimy and wet on my right leg and at first thought nothing of it. But when I reached into my pocket and felt part of an egg I immediately remembered breaking one of my rules – when collecting eggs from the chickens do NOT just stick them in your pants pockets or the front pocket of your sweatshirt but take them directly to a carton and the fridge. Needless to say, it was somewhat messy and as I had no way of cleaning it up at the time, I decided to simply remove my pants and wash them out a little and then let them dry. I admit, clearing blackberries in shorts and a tee shirt is not necessarily the best idea, but clearing blackberries in a tee shirt and underwear (and farm boots!) is even less so.

Because the property is not currently occupied, there are also no bathrooms, so I was availing myself of a nice spot beneath a large and lovely cedar tree (sheltered from both sides and behind) and joking with Mamabear about whether she was certain there wouldn’t be any visitors to the property today and suddenly a truck pulls up from within my parents’ gated property. I am literally caught with my pants down. Fortunately the cedar tree was sort of covering me and I was able to back up a bit as I realized that yes there was a stranger in a truck pulling up about 15 feet away from where I was peeing. Mamabear was making every attempt to draw attention away from the cedar tree while also wanting to hand me a beach towel she had in her truck. She kept talking to the man and finally just walked over and handed the towel to me. I emerged from behind the cedar tree with a somewhat sheepish grin and a green and white striped towel instead of pants.

I think that gentleman may have gotten a bit more than he bargained for by trespassing on the property this morning. I’m sure I’ll read about it in the local paper tomorrow.

Happy Mother’s Day Mamabear. Thanks for always covering my ass.

The Goodness

There was much goodness this weekend.

Goodness in watching a sappy movie in a big comfy bed with my best Kayti on Friday night and crying like dorks. Goodness in a late night trip to the greenhouse to check on Kayti's vegetable seedlings. Goodness in seeing Marc and Kayti's backyard and what it's becoming -- seeing where the vegetable garden will go. Goodness in just being with Kayti and Marc for the hours I did get to spend in their company. Goodness in an early morning trip to several rummage sales with Marc and Kayti. Goodness in celebrating Kayti's birthday and being welcomed (as I always am) as one of their family. Goodness in the delicious food that Marc and Kayti prepared for dinner.

Goodness in playing Pictionary (and losing) to the birthday girl's team. Goodness in listening to Kayti laugh her laugh. Goodness in seeing familiar and beloved faces yesterday that I have not seen in some time. Goodness in a hug from Kanna. Goodness in laughing on the car ride home from Bremerton with my brother and Mamabear.

I'm holding on to these things. Don't even think about trying to stop me.

Intro to Permaculture Workshop and Cob Oven Building

I think I told you all (so that would be like three of you? ;-)) that I'd get back to you with more details regarding the Intro to Permaculture Workshop that will take place at Pikku Maatila, so the "official link" is below.

Please note that the workshop is not actually at Pikku Maatila (where I live), but a few miles up the Lewis River on my parents' property -- which currently has no house on it and is rather more interesting (as far as terrain and trees are concerned) than the mostly flat 3.5 acres of Pikku.

It should be a great and informative day and I'm really looking forward to it.

If you're interested in attending one or both of the sessions on June 13 please send me an email at littlebunnyhill at gmail dot com and specify which of the "sessions" (or both) you'd like to attend.

Intro to Permaculture Workshop -- June 13

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Two weeks after the Intro to Permaculture Workshop there will be a Cob Oven Workshop Weekend at nearby Dee Creek Farm. It would actually be a great experience to attend both of these events -- the Intro to PC and then the Cob Oven Workshop a few weeks later. You can find more information about the Cob Oven Workshop at this link:

Cob Oven Workshop -- June 26 - 27

Anita (aka "Spark") Puckett and her daughter Summer Steenbarger are two amazing and extraordinary women that I greatly admire. Spark has a Permaculture Certification from a course she attended way-back-when by Bill Mollison himself. :-) And their farm not only produces amazing and beautiful cheeses (Spark makes them all by hand) but Summer has become a local advocate for the Sustainable Ag movement here in SW Washington. She is a member of a number of committees and boards and is able to make her intelligent and thoughtful voice heard.

There is much goodness.

Pissing on Rachel Carson

Read this article, please.

And then tell me who in hell was responsible for coming up with the idea to host this movie screening at Rachel Carson Elementary School on Earth Day?

I hope I'm able to formulate enough of a logical and fact-based letter to the editor that I won't end up making an ass of all "the so-called extreme environmentalists that care about trees more than they care about people" -- though I certainly would not speak for them; they are more than capable of speaking for themselves.

My immediate emotionally-based (and perhaps a pretty good argument) response to this direct quote from the article is: most environmentalists don't care more about trees than they do about people -- they actually care about trees and the environment because they care so much about people and want those people (including their children and their children and their children and their children) to have a planet to live on -- and not only that, but to have an existence that is not purely based on trying to survive in a desolate landscape because of the havoc our actions (and inactions) have wreaked on the Earth.

But, I think my favorite part of the article is this:

"The film deliberately lacked hard statistics to argue its points, but McAleer and McElhinney let the subjects speak or offer specifics for themselves".

I'm a little confused after reading this sentence. In my eyes it appears to contradict itself by claiming that the filmed lacked hard statistics, but yet the subjects do offer specifics? Did these specifics not try to argue for the points of the film? Isn't that usually what specifics are for? I guess I need to find a way to watch this film and understand it a little more fully. You know, get the whole picture.

What possible good can come from not reducing the by-products and toxic fumes that we produce as a human race on a daily basis? Isn't it pretty logical that toxic fumes are a bad thing and that because the Earth is a living and breathing creature (where an infinite number of other living and breathing creatures exist) it would make sense to limit and/or reduce the amount of toxins we release into the air?

I will try to have grace and patience.

Missing another

Another beautiful friend has left us.

We miss you Brownie Criner. We miss you so much that it hurts somewhere in our chest and leaves us without the ability to function. But we got to celebrate you yesterday and that was special. It made me a little bit angry that more people didn't show up to acknowledge all that you've done for so very many people. But yesterday was not for anger. It was for grieving in whatever way we needed to. And we did. How fitting that even after you've gone you were able to bring people together to support and encourage one another. We are all worried about Bob. What will he do without you? I know that you're no longer worried about him -- or at least that's what everyone said yesterday. But he looks so small and completely lost without you. And that makes sense, because you were a woman who was bigger than a single room could handle. Your love for the people around you was sometimes incomprehensible. The grace you extended each and every day to the lives you touched.

Thank you for letting me sing to you one last time, Brownie. Suzi and my Mom say that it meant a lot to you, but so very selfishly it actually meant everything to me. I was so disappointed and wrecked that I never saw you before you left. But that phone call and hearing your voice, even though you sounded so far away, it makes it easier to remember. To find out from Bobert yesterday that "How Great Thou Art" was actually sung at your wedding made everything fit together, but it also brought more salt from my eyes.

It's making me tired -- weary; all of this loss.

I speak (or type) often of the empty sadness and the frustration and discouragement that's been affecting me of late. This is part of my coping and healing. I will be ok, but it feels better when there's a way to get it out, even if it's in a blog that no more than a few people read. But I also appreciate all of the people that care about me asking if I'm ok. So don't think that this means you can't ask anymore. Because that means everything.

A place of learning

Pikku Maatila is set to host an Intro to Permaculture Workshop the weekend of June 13th. I would love to see lots of familiar faces. I think many of you have probably heard the word "permaculture" -- possibly from my own mouth and most likely not accompanied by a terribly accurate explanation -- but it's time for you to learn more and actually see it in action. :-) It's my understanding that this will be a great class for beginners.

The workshop is the brainchild of our lovely friend Deston Denniston (Steward of Abundance) -- who will actually be leading the class. More details will follow and I'll try to point you in the right direction when I know more. A few weekends afterward will see a Cob Oven Building Workshop at our amazing friends Summer and Spark's Dee Creek Farm -- a little further up river from Pikku.

Also, read about the 78th Street WSU Site (on my friend Glenn Grossman's wonderful and extremely informative blog) and possible future uses. Maybe you have some valuable input regarding the matter -- so take the survey while you're there, even if you don't live in Clark County.

Ah! So many exciting things going on in the world of Sustainable Agriculture. Hurray for that!

RIP Floozy

I want to believe it wasn't as bad as I think it was. Maybe your heart stopped and there was no pain. This sucks and I blame myself. I want to swear and cry some more but I guess neither of those things does anyone any good. Why in hell am I writing about this on my blog? I want to talk about it, but I also don't want to talk about it. Maybe this is a way to do that.

Stock it up

Homemade vegetable stock doesn't have to be an expensive or complicated thing to make -- though a person could certainly make it that way. But it's ridiculously delicious.

The Reverend mentioned to me a few months back that he had taken to storing up some of his more flavorful veggie scraps in the freezer until he had enough to make some vegetable stock. So I started back in January. Yesterday I pulled the bag out of the freezer -- a gallon-size ziplock that was mostly full -- and made myself some vegetable stock. I think there were some leeks, onions, carrots, thyme, rosemary, garlic, celery and probably a few other items in there. I also had a soup base that I started back in November that consisted of similar scraps -- though stored in a canning jar with a tight-fitting lid -- but mostly celery, garlic, ginger, peppercorns and lots of salt.

So I put about a 1/2 cup of that in with the veggie scraps and placed it all in a metal strainer that fits into another large soup pot. Perfect for making stock. I filled it all up with water and left about 2 inches at the top so it didn't boil over and let it simmer on the stove all day while I did my chores and worked in the sunshine. I let it cool for an hour or two afterward and then poured most of it into 2-cup size containers and about 6 icecube trays and stuck it all in the freezer. This evening I filled up (well-labeled) quart-size freezer bags with the frozen cubes of veggie stock and put them back in the freezer.

Tasty.

Missing

You are missed already.
Forever and ever.

We've all been trying our best to take good care of your Gretchen and Erin this last week. And we (the whole family) will continue to do so for the rest of our lives, so don't you worry about them. You just keep doing what you do best, but with a whole body and mind - golf, drink wine, care for all God's creatures, fish, pray long prayers, make up definitions in Balderdash that all have something to do with Balki Bartokomos from the Island of Mepos and just be Uncle Dean, Dean-o, Doggie Dr. Dean who we all love and miss. You have left a giant hole in our family and in our hearts that will never be replaced. We love you Dean.