Oftentimes we have very little control over the twists and turns our lives take. We do have a good bit of influence, though, on the everyday we create.
Choosing peace and beauty wherever possible in our day-to-day lives means that we are surrounded by peace and beauty when we need it most.
Things are not the same here, in our house, in our family. But even in this most difficult of times there is sweetness in our everyday.
Remember I posted that the bees were flying? Well, they were, and then they weren’t. On inspection I found a dead hive with lots of honey and no signs of disease. We had some very chilly nights in April, and that could be the cause of the problem, but I’ll never know for sure.
I’m an optimist in the garden, but a cautious optimist. Not all plants will grow, not all seeds will germinate, not all bee colonies will survive. Plant extra, expect some disappointment, order a three pound package of bees over the winter, just in case.
Andrew was ready to try an install, so I talked him through it and did my best to stay out of his way.
We pulled a couple of frames out of the bottom hive box,
pried the plywood off the top of the package,
then pulled out the can of sugar water
and the queen cage.
We made sure the queen (marked with a blue dot) looked ok.
And then it was time to shake the bees into their new home.
The queen received gentler treatment. We removed the metal disc on the top of her cage, exposing the candy plug which blocked her exit. We poked at the candy a bit to get things started, then placed her cage between two of the frames in the box. The thinking here is that it’s best if the worker bees have some time to acclimate to the queen. By the time they get her out of the cage, there will be no doubt that she is in charge of the hive.
Two days later I took a peek, and found that the bees had done a thorough job of opening the plug to release the queen into the hive. I removed the queen cage, made sure the frames were positioned properly, and left them to it, cautiously optimistic that they will thrive.
(All photos by Dagny Dream, Dream Photo.)
Our asparagus patch grew by twenty-one plants last week. Exciting. But not as exciting as the fact that this year we can finally cut from the first ones we planted three years ago.
A lot of people don’t seem entirely clear on where asparagus comes from. The ground, of course, but how? And exactly what part of the plant are we eating?
Asparagus plants are tall ferns. They die back in the fall and reemerge in the spring. What we plant is the crown, which looks a little bit like an octopus with many extra tentacles. The part of the asparagus we eat is the shoot that comes up in the spring. It pushes up out of the soil just as you see in the photo. When it’s of an appropriate height, we’ll cut along the soil line.
For this year, we’ll only cut for about two weeks, so that these still-young plants can continue to direct their energy towards growing strong roots. Each year we can add another two weeks to our harvest, up to about eight weeks for plants over six years old. The plants should live twenty years or so, and we plan to add new ones periodically to keep the patch going strong.
I love the inherent optimism in perennial gardening. Planting food today for people to enjoy in twenty years’ time is hope made material.
Rowan was home alone last night, and when the rest of us came back we found the prettiest plate of cupcakes waiting for us.
Cupcakes are sweet, but Rowan is sweeter.
Anyone driving by my house would see flower beds looking neater than they did two weeks ago, but nothing pretty, nothing worth stopping to look at, nothing like what I see in my mind’s eye as I rake and separate bulbs and uncover beginnings just emerging from the earth.
We’re weeks from color, and years from the great swaths of it I am working to make reality. But I see it all the same.
Round about this time of year I start to get serious about using up what’s stored in the freezer. Summer’s coming, and with it new crops of fruits and veggies, new jars of basil pesto and scape hummus. I’d love to say I’m one of those super-organized people with a list of each and every thing we’ve got available, but no. The only running inventory of our stores is in my head, which means I take on the responsibility of being sure we’ve got what we need and use what we have.
I made a reconnaissance mission recently and found piles and piles of frozen fruit and enough shredded zucchini to give a gardener flashbacks. The fruit I’m not too worried about – we’ll be downing smoothies regularly just as soon as the house warms up a bit – but for the zucchini we’ll have to make more of a conscious effort. (As I write I wonder if we couldn’t incorporate zucchini into our smoothies…) Effort number one, a recipe we enjoy with homemade ketchup or barbeque sauce, or with just a good sprinkle of salt.
Zucchini Pancakes
1 1/2 cups flour
2 1/2 cups cornmeal
5 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 Tablespoons sugar
2 eggs
2 cups milk
4 Tablespoons vegetable oil
2 cups grated zucchini
1 small onion, diced
Mix dry ingredients.
Add wet ingredients and stir til combined.
Fry in a drizzle of oil over medium high heat until golden and cooked through. (About 4 minutes a side.)
I tend to over think purchases. I research and get a headache and put it off and ask people for their opinions and read a million reviews and get another headache and feel paralyzed with indecision and put it off a while longer. Good for the budget, but clearly no good for my head. Maybe I can save you similar trouble on this one item.
If you cook a lot you should own Silpat. Although pictured here with cookies, they’re useful for much more. (And really aren’t all that necessary for cookies, in my experience, unless your cookies are of a jammy or sugar-sprinkled variety.) We use ours when we’re cooking anything at all sticky or prone to make a melty mess. We slip one under our pie plate to catch drips of fruit filling. We bake our pizza and nachos on them. For the most part they clean up with a rinsing, although we give them a soapy sponge scrubbing for good measure. Our pans last longer, we use less tin foil and parchment paper, and cleaning is fast and easy. In retrospect, an easy decision to make.
A popover (or two) is tasty at any time of day.
Popovers
4 Tablespoons butter
3 eggs
1 1/4 cups milk
1 1/4 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
Put a small pat of butter – about 1/3 of a Tablespoon – in each of 12 muffin cups.
Place the muffin pan in the oven and set the heat to 375.
Whisk the eggs and milk together, then add the flour and salt and whisk til fairly well combined.
Assuming your butter has melted, remove the pan from the oven and fill each of the muffin cups 3/4 of the way.
Bake for 30 minutes.
Remove from pan immediately and enjoy with whatever topping you might like. Jam, apple butter, Nutella, and butter with maple syrup are go-to choices for us.
Yesterday I was able to begin cleaning up the gardens. As I raked the soil I found I was spreading a plethora of iris seeds, deposited at the base of the plants last fall as the pods dried and burst open. The seeds are smooth and roundish, and remind me of shiny copper coins when I see them scattered on the soil.
Gardening can be expensive. It doesn’t have to be, though, thanks to the generosity of other gardeners and the generosity of nature. I was very lucky to receive these irises from a friend, who divided them in her own garden and delivered them all the way from South Carolina. Now the plants are doing their own part to multiply. As I watch them spread I look forward to passing some along to another person with a bit of earth to fill.
We stopped buying eggs at the grocery store a few years ago. So far, though, we haven’t found a source for white eggs. So once a year we visit the seemingly endless stacks of cartons at the end of the dairy aisle.
Here’s what amazing about eggs from the grocery store: Every egg in a carton is exactly the same size and shape! There’s nothing about them to distinguish one from the other. Luckily it doesn’t take long before we remedy that.
Another Roadside Attraction 