I wrote this yesterday.

Summer                          New Moon

A.T. noticed that the new moon came the day after the fortieth anniversary of the first moon landing.  A new moon, a dark spot in the sky where the moon normally transits, has an appropriate feel since after the last moon landing in 1972 we have gone dark as the new moon as far as manned space exploration.  A.T. listened to a Science Friday conversation with astronauts who landed on the moon.  They did not want to look backward to the past, but forward to the moon as a training spot, a transit station, a research laboratory, perhaps even a manufactory center for ships designed for Mars and beyond.

Space exploration by humans gets short shrift from many scientists who claim a greater range of information can be gathered at greatly reduced price by robots and other mechanical surveyors.  A.T. reported this observation by Andrew Chaikin, space journalist on July 11th:

“If any real scandal attaches to Project Apollo, it’s the extent to which hard science was allowed to dominate the astronauts’ hours on the moon.”

In A.T.’s mind this quote displays the value of the humanities and the sciences working together, in tandem, as ways of knowing.  While science alone may inspire some, science with a human face, with human responses makes the work come alive.  Archimedes in the bathtub.  Galileo and the Catholic Church.  Madam Curie and the exploration of radium.  Lewis and Clark.  Newton’s apple.  Albert Einstein’s luminous hair and cherubic cheeks alongside E=MC2.  Even Oppenheimer and the Trinity mushroom cloud.  The list could go on.  Schrodinger’s cat.  Rachel Carson.  John Muir.  Of course not all science, not even most science, has a photogenic star or a great back story, but we need the match up between person and science to become excited, enthusiastic.

No Ring. Yet.

Summer                            Sliver of the Waning Summer Moon

Inquiring minds want to know.  No, Antra, no joy yet.  There are still a few possibilities but the weekend trip and a busy day has not left me time to go check.  We have approximately an acre and a half fenced and 2/3rds of that is woods, so we may never find it.

Woolly’s tonight.  We discussed Good and Evil in our own lives.  Tom Crane showed a wonderful documentary about a French region focused on Champion sur Lignon.  The people in this whole region hid Jews during WWII.  In interviews with them after the fact they implied that they just did it.   It was a very moving story.  It hit me especially since they were Huguenots, the group to which John Know belonged.  Their position relative to helping the Jews I recognized from work within the Reformed tradition.  Then, too, clergy played a direct role in the attitudes that led to their extraordinary, yet very ordinary actions.

Who Is a.t.?

Summer                                Sliver of the Waning Summer Moon

Who is a.t.?

a.t. is a personification of Ancient Trails.  Using these initials allows me to write about myself in the third person.  I’m trying it out, seeing how it feels.  Part of the notion is that third person would allow people not familiar with me personally to take more from this website.

The website has had a consistent and satisfying number of hits each day, averaging 500 unique visits.  The number of pages per visit has increased over the last year, so readers stay longer and read more.  All that makes me feel good about writing this.

I’ve wondered what might make ancient trails have broader appeal.  In one sense I don’t care at all, that is, I’m not earning any money from this, nor am I in competition with anyone else.  In another sense, the one that makes me write this at all, I enjoy the idea of more people reading.

Anyhow. It might just be a phase.  Write to a.t. and give him your thoughts.

Laborers for the Great Work

Summer                            Waning Summer Moon

There was a pagan feel to the gathering at Seed Savers Exchange.  Ironic, since Luther College in nearby Decorah represents a conservative brand of Lutheranism.  There was at least one obvious symbol, a man wore a t-shirt with a Wiccan theme, but the more pervasive and more subtle expression came through in conversations like the one I had with Virginia Nowicki, soon to be Gardener’s Supply Catalogue official national garden crusader.

“In the garden we feel a connection to the divine, the sacred,” she said while we ate organically raised chicken and pork, kohlrabi salad, heirloom green beans and mashed potatoes.  “We feel authentic.”

“Yes,”  her husband said, “We belong to that land.  It’s our home.  We feel like we’re just one of the animals that live there.”

Virginia will begin promoting Liberty Gardens in a couple of weeks on a website she’s producing and through  the network of those connected to Gardener’s Supply.

Virginia and Bob live in Downer’s Grove, Illinois.  Their home serves as a demonstration site during Permaculture Design classes.  They moved in thirty years ago.

“When the city inspector came, he asked when the lawn would come.” Bob said.  “I told him we weren’t planning on a yard.  He seemed taken aback.”

“Well,” he asked, “how will you deal with the mud?  I can’t give you an occupancy permit until you do something about that.”

“Woodchips,”  Bob said.

“What?”

“Woodchips.  We’ll put down woodchips.”

“Oh, all right.  When the woodchips are down, I’ll sign your permit.”

“We put in eight inches of woodchips,” Virginia says, “eight inches.  We imagined where the paths would go, then put  trees and garden beds in the places that weren’t the path.”

There home is in the midst of Downer’s Grove.

There were many examples of this kind of extraordinary devotion to the land and to growing food in concert with the cycles of nature, rather than against them.

Another man from Champaign, Illinois told me he fed himself and his wife and his son, his wife and their three kids.  Deborah Madison, the vegetarian cookbook maven, signed her books.  She’s on the board of SSE.  Eliot Coleman, a man who bought land from Helen and Scott Nearing–Living the Good Life, has a success story of intensive gardening.  He times his four-season gardening in concert with the Celtic cross-quarter holidays.  Mike McGrath, former editor of Organic Gardening and host of a garden show on NPR, is a garden crusader himself.

A Seedy Weekend

Summer                                    Waning Summer Moon (7% illuminated)

Ancientrails spent the weekend in the company of gardeners and small farmers.    They blur the line between horticulture and agriculture, not to mention the line between 2009 and 1969.  Seedsavers Exchange in Decorah, Iowa had their 29th summer conference.

This was the largest of their conferences to date with 400 +  attendees from all over the country.

Today we learned how to graft a bud from a scion onto a trunk of root stock and came home with a new apple tree.  We also learned about methods for extending the garlic harvest:  dry sliced garlic then use a cheap coffee grinder to create home made garlic powder and why we should eat 5 pansies a day:  ruthin.  A.T.  is a skeptic about medicinal claims so we’ll have to check the data.

Yesterday a lecture traced both garlic and carrots from their homelands in central Asia to their current locale  in our gardens.  Here’s an interesting piece of information.  Though garlic does sometime reproduce from seed in the wild, it never does in our gardens.  This means that garlic can be said to be cultivated but not domesticated.

A.T. toured the Seed Savers operation.  They offered back office tours during the conference.  We saw the room where 500 to 7oo hundred thousand seeds go from store room to seed packet–by hand.   A seed sorting machine is on the way that will automate this task. We also saw the seed sorting operation, the root cellar and the greenhouses where the preservation plants go to seed.

There are two different streams to the SSE operation:  commercial and  preservation.  They inter-relate though the commercial side supports the preservation side.  Preservation of heirloom varieties is a key mission of SSE so they have a huge seed vault, a regular germination rate check program for the vault and a regular grow out operation so the seed stock gets replenished on a rotating basis.

If  you love gardening, you would enjoy a trip to the Heritage Farm.

Toothless

Summer                         Waning Summer Moon

Rigel knocked a permanent tooth out and chipped her jaw.  How did she accomplish this?  We don’t know.  Perhaps in vigorous play, the two 60+ pound puppies running full tilt and colliding?  Maybe she ran with a large bone in her mouth, tripped and the bone acted as a lever?  Whatever it was she requires an x-ray to check the damage to the jaw and extraction of the damaged tooth.  These two have been a handful.

Got a bid for sealcoating our driveway.  Yikes!  Will have to call others.

Put in some monarda and some Sweet Caroline, a sweet potato look-a-like.  Nap.  Lunch, then hit the road for Decorah.

A Meeting

Summer                             Waning Summer Moon

Today I went over to the Westside (St. Paul) to Neighborhood House for a meeting.  In days now long past I use to go there quite bit when Eustolio Benavides was its director.   We worked on a few projects together.  He got bounced out, I think, but nobody I talked to remembered him.

This meeting was an initial one to get the legislative agenda setting process underway for the collaborative structure, Minnesota Environmental Partnership.  The Sierra Club is a member and as the new legislative committee chair I attended.  I haven’t been in a large room filled with people like this in quite a while.  I knew only Dan Andreson, now the lobbyist for Clean Water Action and my immediate predecessor as chair of the LegCom as the Sierra Club names its legislative committee.

Since the players are new to me, the individuals new to me and the politics of the environmental organizational community still pretty opaque to me, I just sat there, took notes and listened.

The meeting finished at 4:30 p.m., putting me right in the middle of the evening rush so I drove up to Saji Ya on Grand Avenue and had some chirsahi as the highways untangled themselves.

In the old days I used to say, “Another day, another meeting.”  Now they’re a bit unusual.  I don’t dislike meetings.  A lot of folks I know profess a dislike for them, but I consider them one way of getting work done.   This one was the start of a long process.

Speed Bumps Ahead?

Summer                                   Waning Summer Moon

Life has begun to take on some speed again.  The garden work.  The conference this weekend.  Sierra Club work later this afternoon.  Tours to design for the first of August.  That sort of thing. Along with the cool weather, 64 here this morning, it feels good.  (check me out on this 3 to 4 months from now and see if I’ve stressed myself out.)

We now have a gated orchard, free from the marauding Vega.  The split rail defines the orchard, gives it a secluded look.  I’ll post a photograph at some point.

Gotta go right now.  Up to Elk River for dog meds, then I have to read material so I can look modestly informed while I represent the Sierra Club at the Minnesota Environmental Partnership’s agenda setting process.

A Reader’s Contribution

Summer                        Waning Summer Moon

Proof that someone is, in fact, reading this.  I promise only to  report further if and when the ring is found.

On a different subject:  if you don’t stop writing about searching through dog poop, I may just stop reading your blog.

Allison

My life, now

Summer                                  Waning Summer Moon

Vega the wonder dog has:  shredded the netaphim irrigation,  chewed up a length of high quality hose, swallowed my wedding ring, peed on the bench cushion Kate made and, most recently, peed on our oriental carpet.  As a result we have:  put up a split rail fence, done loads of laundry and taken the oriental in to the rug laundry.

On the upside, she’s irrepressible, enthusiastic and downright funny.  Her sister Rigel, a sweet girl and a lover, seems bland in comparison, but they have the same parents.

This weekend I’m off to Decorah, Iowa for a conference at the Seed Saver’s Exchange farm.  There will be lots of information on organic farming/gardening, wagon rides, two speeches on heirloom vegetables, a presentation on Heritage Poultry and a barn dance.  There will be workshops on saving seeds, garlic, potatoes, hand-pollination and bud grafting.

This turn toward permaculture, horticulture, gardening was a gradual process.  It sort of snuck up on me as I dabbled in perennials on Edgcumbe in St. Paul, grew some vegetables, then did a bit more after we moved to Andover.  Later, I took a horticultural degree by mail from London University in Guelph, Ontario.  At some further point I began to read about permaculture, picked up Bill Mollison’s book and began to make contacts locally.

The real spur to push further on all this was a conference Kate and I attended in Iowa City three years ago now.  Run by Physician’s for Social Responsibility it convinced me that I needed to turn my activist attention toward environmental matters.

It took a while to get going but I got myself on the Sierra Club’s political committee last year in the summer, then followed up with work on the Club’s legislative committee this last session writing a blog.  Last September we hired ecological gardens to do a permaculture design for the whole property and made a push to get the orchard planted that fall so it would have the benefit of a full growing season this year.

This gives me work outside, in the political arena and, as a Docent, in aesthetic and intellectual realms.  A really good deal for me.  As always, thanks, Kate.