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Garden Diary: Beginning of the Soil Drenches and Foliar Sprays

Summer                                                            New (First Harvest) Moon

When we installed the landscaping, we asked for low maintenance.  I still remember the skeptical look on Merle’s face.  “Well, I can make it lower maintenance, but there’s no such thing as no maintenance.”  In those first years I deadheaded, sprayed Miracle Gro, pruned the roses and planted a few bulbs.

Gradually, the land drew me in and I got more interested in perennials of all kinds bulbs, corms, tubers and root stock.  Fall became (and remains) a ritual of planting perennials, most often bulbs.  Fall finds me on a kneeler, making my prayer not to the Virgin Mary but to the decidedly unvirgin earth.  Receive these my gifts and nourish them.  And yes, I agree to help raise them.

Kate always planted a few vegetables but at some point we merged interests and expanded our vegetable garden.  That was when organic gardening, permaculture and now biodynamics began to interest us.  We futz around using some organic ideas like compost and integrated pest management, some permaculture design with plant guilds and productive spaces closest to the building that supports them and now some biodynamics (or whatever the right term is).

As I understand it, biodynamics works to produce the highest nutrient value in food by moving the soil towards sustainable fertility. This requires applications of various kinds of chemicals, yes, but in such a way as to increase the soil’s capacity to grow healthy, nutritious food and to do that in a way that maintains the soil’s fertility from year to year.

This is very different from modern ag which has a take it out and put it back approach to soil nutrients.  In that approach modern ag focuses on nutrients that produce crops good for harvest and the farmer and food company’s economics, not the end consumer’s dietary needs.  Biodynamics works at a subtler level, looking at the whole package of rare earths and other minerals necessary for healthy plants and the kind of soil conditions that optimize the plants capacity to access them.

Today I did a nutrient drench called Perk-Up.  A nutrient drench goes onto the soil and encourages optimal soil conditions, a large proportion is liquified fish oil and protein.  I also sprayed on the leaves and stalks of all the reproductively focused vegetables a product called brix blaster which encourages the plants to focus their energy on producing flowers and fruit.

The whole vegetable garden got Perk-up.  The reproductive vegetables in our garden are:  tomatillos, tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, sugar snap peas, cucumbers and, for some reason, carrots plus all the fruits.  I only sprayed the vegetables since the strawberries have just finished bearing and I haven’t decided whether or not to spray the orchard this year.  Since I made up more than I needed, I also sprayed all the lilies which are heading into their prime blooming weeks just now, plus a few other miscellaneous flowers blooming or about to bloom.

Tomorrow I will spray another product that encourages vegetative growth on the appropriate vegetables:  kale, onions, chard, beets, garlic and leeks.

This year my overall goal has been to jump up a level in the production of vegetables, increasing both quantity and quality without increasing the area planted.  Next year I’ll continue what I already think is a successful program for them and expand to the fruits and, maybe, at least some of the flowers.

As I’ve said elsewhere, horticulture is a language and it takes time to learn.  The plants and the soil speak to me all the time.  I’ve had to immerse myself in a lot of different disciplines to learn their language.  I’m not a native speaker, nor am I completely fluent but I’m well past the beginner stage.

 

 

Done

Summer                                                                    Solstice Moon

One of those get things done days.  They always seem good to have to have had, but to me, they distract from the work.  You know, little things.  Business meeting in the morning.  We have had a good year financially so far, even though we experienced some strain early on with three large vet. bills.

I researched bird netting for our orchard.  And decided, I think, to ride out this year and see how much predation we have from birds.  Might decide to cover one tree as an experiment.  The stuff’s not cheap, clumsy and not durable.

Did the carrots and the beets planting in the am, plus the chard and kale harvest.  Wandered around on the internet trying to find a gift for Jon and Jen’s 9th anniversary.  9th!  Finally found the French restaurant they used for the groom’s dinner.  Gift card.

None of this stuff takes a lot of time by itself, but clump them together and a day’s gone by.

Bee Diary: June 29, 2013 An entry for Ruth

Summer                                                                          Solstice Moon

A set of photos for Ruth, my bee helper.

Ruth, I was sure glad you and Gabe and your Mom and Dad came to visit.  I’m going to be putting those stones in place for steps in the fire pit as you suggested.  You might also be interested to know that we got the lights working for the playhouse.  A little late, but soon enough that your grandma plans to hang the chandelier crystals.

Here’s a few photographs to explain what happens next with the bees.  You might remember we used the smoker, right?  The smoke calms the bees down.

We also used the hive tool to separate the frames and to lift up the hive box to check for swarm cells.

This week, a week after you and I checked the bees (well, a week and a day), the nectar flow is about to start.  That’s when the bees make honey to store over the winter.  Lucky for us they make way more than they need.  That’s why we can harvest honey in September.

To collect honey to harvest in our honey extractor we first have to put on boxes called honey supers.  They have frames smaller than the hive boxes that you saw.  Here’s a picture of both of them.  Which one is the honey super frame?  The one on the left or the one on the right?

The honey super is smaller than the hive box.  It’s half as big.  How many honey supers would make up one hive box?  Here’s a picture of both of them.  Which is which?

This is a picture of the colony (3 hive boxes) with two honey supers on it.  It’s as tall as you are now!  In some years we can put as many six or eight honey supers on.  Imagine how tall that would be.

Here’s Grandma and Grandpa saying we love you all!!!

The Sweetest Sound

Summer                                                                        Solstice Moon

Apparently this decompression thing will take a bit longer than one day.  Slept in this morning, late start.  Worked out last night and that often means a longer sleep the next day.  I’m pushing myself now, more reps with lighter weights.  Taking a weight until I can do 20 reps twice, then moving up.  That means more work per set and a longer time with the body at a higher heart rate.  All for the good of the team.  Team Self.

There is a feeling of satisfaction, a deep joy.  Though they differ from culture to culture, there are certain basic roles that define us.  Raising children is one.  Being a grandparent is another.  These are old roles, ancientrails common to all cultures.  Who does them may change from place to place, but in our culture it is usually the core couple of a nuclear family that fulfills both roles.  Blended families bring nuances to those roles that are real, but they don’t change the roles themselves.

Cries of grandpop! in the small voice of children has to be one of the sweetest sounds the human ear can hear.  Better than Mozart or Led Zepplin or I do or here’s your diploma.  Why?  Because they come from innocence, unfiltered and largely unexamined.  They are an unconditional affirmation.  I know this because I here these words from Ruth and Gabe with whom I have no genetic link.  That’s one of the nuances from the blended family.  Yet even Ruth, who wanted to meet her Dad’s real (biological) father and therefore her real (biological) grandfather, greets me with the same lack of reserve.  I fill the role, am the role.

 

Coming Up From the Deep

Summer                                                                                   Solstice Moon

In the decompression zone.  Visits from family, any family, are occasions for renewal of ties and creation of new memories.  Further sticky material for the mysterious field that defines often faraway people as belonging to each other.  Both Mark and the Denver Olsons were here this last week.  Now they’re both gone.

Introverts like Kate and I have a doubled experience each time.  That is, we greet visitors and embrace them, eager to hear the latest news and have some new experiences together; but, too, we find our quiet and our routine disrupted.  Even our physical space.  That creates a tension, overlaid by the unusual such as cooking for 8, getting a driver’s license test, building bonfires, navigating to new destinations.

That means leave taking has a doubled sense, too.  Sadness at good-bye, but also relief as the quiet returns and the day’s rhythms return to their norm.  Of course, feeling relief when loved ones go can generate guilt, but for introverts that guilt has to be parsed with the knife of one’s true nature.  Sadness is just that, sadness.  And relief, well, that just means we are who we are.

Go Now, The Visit Has Ended

Summer                                                                           Solstice Moon

Standing in the driveway with Kate, waving at the grandkids and Jon and Jen as they took off for the Corn Palace, I felt like Norman Rockwell should be here, getting this down in paint. Kona, our old whippet, was there, too, probably relieved that Gabe, who grabbed the “little dog’s” collar and led her around, was on the way to some other place.

(last night at Running Aces)

I will remember drinking hamburger tea with Gabe in the playhouse, smores around the fire, Thomas and Allison’s visit, our night at Running Aces, hugs from Ruth and from Gabe, lots of them, conversations with Jon and Jen.

This is a functional family.  No Virginia Satir necessary.  And that’s saying something given the families of origin for both Jon and Jen.  They’ve taken difficult childhoods and created a safe, loving, enriching haven for their own kids.  Kudos to them.

Remembering my own visits to my grandparents, hazy memories at best, I couldn’t help wondering what sort of memories Gabe and Ruth took with them as they left.  Probably not the ones I imagine.

I say that because one of my strongest memories of my Grandfather Keaton is of him in green flannel underware with buttons at the back, boiling sugar in water on the stove to make syrup, then sitting down to drink his coffee from the saucer.

 

 

Twas the Night Before Leaving and All Through the House

Summer                                                                            Solstice Moon

The super moon.  On the night of leave taking.  The family Olson picks up its bags, stuffs themselves in the car and leave tomorrow for the Corn Palace.  Gabe and Ruth gone.  Jon and Jen gone.  The week of family gone.

It has been a revelation.  Ruth is a different, more definite person than the last time I saw her a year ago.  She knows things, offers advice, muses about whether she won or lost money in pretend betting at the track.  (She lost.  $6.  And let that be a lesson young lady.) She loves fairy tales so I gave her a volume from my Andrew Lang collection, the orange fairy book, as well as the refrigerator magnets, words, with which she can create poetry wherever there is metal.  She came across the couch and hugged me when I gave them to her.

Gabe is intense, screaming one minute, sweetly asking, “Can I have your phone, grandpop?” the next.  He takes cell phones and I-pads, navigates quickly to videos or to the app store.  Last night he downloaded two new apps on Thomas Thorpe’s phone.  That surprised Thomas.  He loves Pixar and Thomas the Train videos. Kona, a much smaller dog than Gertie or Sollie, has become his favorite, he walks through the house, his little hand under Kona’s collar.  She follows along with what I would call a bemused expression on her face.  At 12 1/2 dog years you’ve seen it all.

Jon and Jen, both teachers, have given their lives to elementary age kids.  It’s obvious in the way they care for their own.

Kate has has been in grandma paradise.  Cooking, cleaning, playing, answering questions.  She and Ruth have spent a lot of time sewing, this time on Grandma’s fancy Bernina, which its literature calls a sewing computer.  Ruth and I have talked about fairy tales, poker, horse racing, fire building and other grandpa granddaughter stuff.

Both of us have spent time with Gabe, too.  Going through the things he likes to do:  cell phones, sleep,  watch cartoons.  He’s an early riser.  This morning he got up at the same time I did.  They slept in Grandma’s big closet, a sort of kid’s nest.  Gabe said, “Hi, Grandpop!  I didn’t wake you up.”  Nope, he didn’t

Ruth’s a late riser, late to awake even after she rises.  I’m the same way and I relate well to her frustrated attempts to fend off questions and decisions at an early hour.  Early after rising that is.

 

Family Day

Summer                                                                              Solstice Moon

Kate fixed another great meal.  The salmon was wonderful, a diced salad combined several different vegetables, and there were beets and Iowa corn relish, too.  One of Jon’s Breck friends came by, Thomas Thorpe and his wife Allison.  It was fun to see Jon with a high school friend.  He seemed lighter, younger.

The conversation was interesting and the solstice bonfire tradition got underway, though I  didn’t create a true bonfire.  We did have fire enough to make smores and the conversation around the fire pit lasted until twilight fell.

 

Tomorrow we’re going to Running Aces.  It’s family day at the track.  Free beer and a $2 bet for all the kiddies!  No, not really.

This is the real deal:

  • $20 Family Pack: 4 Hotdogs, 4 Sodas, 4 Chips, & Mini Cookies
  • $12 Snack Pack: 2 Pretzels or 2 Popcorns, 2 Sodas, & Mini Cookies
  • $3.50 Coors Light
  • $3 Malibu

Specials available 1 hour before post to 9pm at Trotters Canteen, Atrium Bar, or Outdoor Bar.

Mom’s side of the family, the Keatons, have a long track record (gee, now I know where that came from) in harness racing, dating back to my grandpa, Charlie Keaton.  He had harness horses and so did his son, my Uncle Riley, and after his death my first cousin Richard.  Richard drove for many years as well as owning harness horses, but had a terrible wreck and now handles horses and serves on some harness racing boards.

More Guest Fun

Summer                                                                              Solstice Moon

The bonfire outmatched by the fire between the clouds will happen tonight.  I’ve moved sections of the ash trunk to the fire pit for seating to complement the metal chairs already there.  Those ash trunk logs were heavy, but my shoulder and my back took them well.  Hallelujah.

(an early traveler’s tale)

Gabe and I sipped tea, first strawberry then chocolate then hot chocolate, from small pink plastic cups in the playhouse.  Gabe wanted to stay there until time for dinner.  When I asked him what he would do, he said, “Sleep.”  This after protesting a nap loudly not a half an hour before.

Jon is busy designing a new deck to extend beyond our sliding glass doors.  He says he has permission to come out for a couple of weeks next year and build it.  Ruth designed one too on her itouch.  It features triangles and steps between levels.

Kate has the evenings delicacies underway.  I know salmon and prosciutto is the main dish and that roasted vegetables figure in as well.  She’s a spectacular cook and organized enough to pull it off.

Mark has gone to Asheville, North Carolina to visit a former colleague from Thailand.  It was good to see him and I’m proud of him for getting his driver’s license.  He’s done well over the last couple of years and it’s good to see.

 

Travel Memories

Summer                                                                                      Solstice Moon

Funny how events that happen during a visit, often outside the particular place visited, shape memories.  Last night Jon, Jen, Ruth and Gabe were in Minneapolis when a riptide of lightning pulled heavy rain in its tow.  Jon said, “I knew if I could get to Columbia Heights, we’d be ok.”  They saw manhole covers burst up and forded one high spot, but managed to get back to our merely soggy home about 9:30 pm.

On a visit to Denver a year ago right now, James Holmes shot up a theater full of late night movie goers watching Batman:  The Dark Knight Rises.  This was in Aurora, not far from where my hotel and Jon and Jen’s home.  They teach in the Aurora school district, so the event hit them hard.

Back in 1968 I tried, briefly, to move to New York City.  Stymied by uncertain draft status I couldn’t find work.  But, I was there for Bobby Kennedy’s funeral held at St. Patrick’s Cathedral.  Another trip a year earlier found me in Toronto during the time of what would become a historic John Cage concert, which I accidentally attended.