Saturday, September 25, 2021

Losing those memories

I have been clutching my deactivated iphone for over a week now. Unable to call, text or check messages but willing something to happen to give me back these past few years of photographs and videos. Oh my heart. I am the family narrator. Recordkeeper. Storyteller. The birthdays, first days of school, new pets, moments - mundane, special... Monumental. Each moment is a treasure. Sometimes it all feels so big and special to me. I am so honored to be loved and love in this way - to have health and happiness. And some days I realize that life is just a passing of days. That is all it is - a morning noon and night that I can watch with wonder and joy or simply let pass. I always have felt I still have a child-like love of nature and exuberance for LIFE that isn't always mirrored by other adults. I am still so grateful for the love of my husband, the all-encompassing love for my children and find joy in simple things. But it is easy to forget too. Having a phone with all the little squares for you to zoom through and remember is so convenient. "It is Equinox already? What did we do all summer?" "Ah yes, we did all this..." And now those moments and memories are lost and I haven't been on here regularly since 2016. I need a place to store my memories and write down my thoughts. A place for the kids to glance at in years to come. Welcome back to my little corner of the world. Yes, we have arrived here again.
I don’t ever crave
extraordinary
moments anymore.
Just small, gentle
hums of beauty
streaming from below,
above, and beyond simply
from paying attention.
Sound. Light. Shadow. Art. Warmth. The night.
The morning. Dreams that
are not faraway but
exist right here -
already in my days,
hands, and heart. ~ Victoria Erickson

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Valentine's Day

 To the apple tree, the field atop the hill and the stone house built into the creek...

To the fireflies, the baby rabbits, and all the goats, chickens, horses, oxen, turkeys and geese.

To the maple sugar woods, the pine grove (PG) and the tobaggan trail through them all.

To the little girl who was happiest outdoors, amongst animals and deep in the grasses and weeds.

To the warm summer sunshine, quick flowing gorges of Ithaca and roller skates.

To blonde hair that shone in the sun, boys who smiled in a sweet way, and friends who hugged me back.

I love you all. I can't believe this little girl grew up, but here I am - a mama, wife and friend. A rule follower, a plant and animal lover, a queen and a warrior. I have a little family to love who loves me right back. What more can I ask for today?

Friday, February 21, 2020

Belize for Winter Break

Oh how lucky we are to be able to leave the beautiful snow-filled corners of Maine and fly to the warm beautiful country of Belize. What a treat this Valentine's Day truly was. I will admit I am not particularly adventurous and that for these adventures I must put on my bravest armor for this sweet little family of mine. I will also admit that as a mama I do feel like these "vacations" are really "trips" filled with so much to do and fortify for that I am quite exhausted by it all. But I wouldn't change it for the world. I am so grateful we have each other and these adventures together. There is nothing like seeing our three kids bonding and playing together in the sand free from there snowsuits and boots.

 
 
 Our home for the next 10 days.
The view from our beautiful spot in Hopkins. 
Lucky kids drinking straight from a coconut at one of our dinner spots.
There were so many beautiful hikes and waterfalls. My favorite experience was gentle tubing down the river. Everyone else preferred ziplining over the rainforest. I survived.



 
Our favorite spot to eat every morning was Kat's Cafe. Kasper loved that we could ride bikes there each morning and eat the freshest fruit. Magnus loved the waffles.


The owners of the citrus plantations allowed companies to lease the rainforest for low impact eco-tours and hiking. We were the only family there to zipline, tube and swim in the waterfalls. It was incredible to see the diversity of wildlife. I never imagined I would be floating down a river and see a flock of scarlet macaws fly overhead.


 
We visited the Belize Zoo which was started by my Dad's boss many years ago and is still a place where veterinary students from Cornell come each year and train in wildlife care.
 


To wake up each morning and explore the surf at sunrise was such a gift after the long winter.


 To love and be loved is a gift I try to be thankful for every day.


More swimming and hiking... Until next time.



Saturday, November 5, 2016

Seed Saving

My little world of gardening grows each year, what I learn and what I am willing to take on. Many of us start a garden by buying plants from a nursery and eating the bounty as it comes in. Done. Then we get into preserving, canning, trying our own seedlings and... It just keeps going if you find you love it. This year as my outdoor garden dwindled I gleefully pulled out the plants, hellbent on saving all the seeds. This Spring, I ordered over sixty dollars worth of native flowering seeds from the wonderful Strictly Medicinal Seeds. I am not a big spender of money and this seemed like a lot of money to me, especially for seeds that were not going to be consumed by us as fruits or vegetables. But I did it for the bees. Those sweet creatures...  Today Soren is building them a windbreak to help them make it through the winter. We have so carefully taken care of them this year and are hopeful they are strong enough to come out charging in the Spring. (In the foreground on the photo are the twenty Rosa rugosa plants I planted this year and along the left side of the bees are the fruit trees and wood chips that I hope to establish into a booming orchard guild in the coming years).
 

At the end of the season, I realized I had thousands of seeds on each plant I could make use of and set to task saving as much as I could. I saved laitris, lobelia, common milkweed, blue vervain, goldenrod, anise hyssop, bergemot, scarlet sage, echinacea, tulsi, calendula and daikon radish. It was such an easy process to let the seeds fully dry out on the stalk, snap them off and bring them inside (and label them before I forget what they are!). And then you know... Let them sit until I just couldn't stand it any longer!
The only difficult ones are the radishes. The daikon radish seeds are contained in rigid pods (shown in the basket on the right) and I will need to do a little research to find a good way to quickly extract the seeds. I will use daikon radishes for many years because they are good nutrient extractors and break up the soil. I simply cast them on the ground where they drill into the soil and bring up nutrients from the depths. If you let them rot in place, those nutrients and the drilling of the soil can do so much to disrupt heavy clay soil. It is a battle to leave them in the ground though because three sweet little ones know that they taste good raw with a bit of salt and butter!
 
Thankfully I can keep them busy helping and finding cool treasures down by the ocean!

  Beautiful purple, star-shaped bud bursts of joe pye weed once we emptied it of its seeds.
 These past few weeks I have been putting to bed the 500 plus trees I planted this year. I went along each hedgerow (between our house and the neighbors and along the road) and blanketed each tree with a bit of straw. It was a proud moment going over those trees which can now clearly be seen with their little ring of straw at their base and really see all the hard work I have done. Today I set out with laitris, goldenrod, milkweed, blue vervain, and joe pye weed and seeded them in amongst all the trees. Last year, after the hedgerows were plowed, I planted winter rye and moved 100 conifers from the "blueberry field" down to the rows. This spring I planted clover (nitrogen-fixing) over the winter rye. And now, the native flowering plants are being threaded back in.
A black locust seedling and a tamarack (transplanted from our property).
  The hedgerow between our neighbors house and our field. I cannot wait to see what it looks like in a few years. I really hope I am around to see it in twenty years!
 Sand cherry seedlings pushing out amongst the straw and weeds in the hedgerow I am establishing in the field along the road. Someday the birds will be thankful...
 And now just a bit more to do in the garden. My friend Becka gave me garlic that I put in and I want to do two more rows of it, her bulbs are insanely huge and garlic is just so beautiful coming up in the Spring.


As I finished my work and gazed around, two bald eagles dipped so very low over the field right next to me. I took it as a thank you. I am hopeful it will be a mark on the world that is good and right. I need that now. Don't we all?

Monday, October 10, 2016

Weaving

Most mornings our bedroom door creaks open and I see no one but hear the soft pad, pad of someone's feet making their way to my side of the bed. Sleepily I open my warm duvet and arms and in crawls a little footed pajama Magnus with sleepy hair and sleepy eyes. He is quickly followed by two big kids in underpants only crashing into the space between their parents trying to find the prime location until I finally break free of it all to start the day. It is lovely and taxing depending on my tiredness level. Some days I wake up knowing I will be tired the NEXT day... Parenting young children is not for everyone. I think I most miss silence, just uninterrupted hours of quiet. It is amazing the noise and questions and thought engaging questions that can be demanded from three children aged 4-10. But I digress from my original point in writing... This weekend I honored one child's wish for a chance to be alone with Mama, weaving a basket and spending the night together in the wilds of Maine. I promised it to her on her birthday in July understanding just why she needed this quiet time, and this weekend it finally happened.
 Down the trail and through the woods...


We traveled to Koviashuvik Living Arts Camp for one blissful night away from the sweet and wild boys and man in our lives to make a basket together.




 There was plenty of time for fun when the basketmaking became Mama's chore because it was too hard to continue, the couple's little girl was the perfect distraction for her.
 We worked and worked and worked, ate good food and shared stories. It was a small group of seven adults and three teenagers, each so sweet and thoughtful in their own way.


 And back down the trail we headed Sunday morning, AnaSofia full of joy and lightly skipping in happiness. Weaving a basket, weaving in memories. Oh I so hope it will be stored in her heart for many years to come.


 Her packbasket has gone with her to school each day this week, filled to the brim with crocheting projects and whatnot, despite its large size to be in the car and on the bus. She is so proud of her accomplishment.
And those boys? They all were so happy to see us and Soren told the sweetest story of Magnus padding into our room Sunday morning and on making his way to my side of the bed, he just stopped and stared for a few seconds and said, "Where is Mama?" and after Soren's gentle reminder that I would be home that afternoon, Magnus sighed and said, "I miss Mama so much." Oh <3 br="" homecoming="" is="" so="" sweet...="">