Brooklyn’s Finest

Summer’s bounty comes in many shapes and sizes. This weeks bounty included a surprise visit from Catherine Boorady, former staff Goddess now Queen of Brooklyn, her husband Michael, and dog Motomo.

During our visit, Michael helped Jim build a door for the woodshed place to toss bikes lawnmower palace much deserved woodworking shop for Jim. Yes, we have finally talked him into accepting a space designated for his tools, woodworking equipment and projects.

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Michael, now a contractor in Brooklyn, helped Jim to build and throw up this sliding door faster than you can say Park Slope.

Michael and Catherine’s regal companion Motomo broke all the rules (AND GOT AWAY WITH IT) by swimming in the goldfish pond. Blessedly, a befuddled Riley and May May observed but have not copied said antics.
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In the office, we put Catherine back in the saddle for a day putting labels on bottles.

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She said it was “restful after life in Brooklyn”. We said “thanks” as we were grateful for her experienced help during the summer rush of things to do inside and out.

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After his refreshing dip, Motomo came in to make sure Catherine was doing a good job (She was).

The visit culminated with a festive dinner (of course) with the first ever Green Hope Farm apple crisp.

After everything I said with such confidence last year about clearly not having apple trees that cross pollinate properly and therefore long years without apples stretching ahead, I am literally having to eat my words!

We are having a heck of an apple year with all the apple trees groaning under the weight of ripening fruit. (Add this to the mounting evidence that I do not know what I am talking about.)

The first laden tree is ripe for the picking.

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Having lost my early map of Green Hope Farm plantings, I can only guess what variety of apples these are. I think they are Yellow Transparent, a lovely August ripening apple, delicious fresh off the tree but also excellent when cooked, though not much of a keeper ( this last detail according to my apple book, former details now road tested by apple crisp recipients and wandering children who have been eating these pale yellow lovelies off the trees all week).

The fact that these are not terribly good keepers means I must stop now and leave you to go to the kitchen to do something with today’s haul. Ciao!
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An August Slice of Life

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The Echinacea is a delight.

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Especially to the bumblebees.

A return kayak expedition to Grafton Pond

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finds us watching a loon family of mama, papa, and baby. We had never heard a loon parent’s “doowop doowop” call to a child before. We found our afternoon of watching mama and papa loon fishing out front of our island spot while making the occasional reassuring call to fuzzy brown baby loon near shore very tender.

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Here just one of family swims by.
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The kayak expedition also found us the Flower blossoms we had come for, Wintergreen.

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Back at the farm, Lizzy just arrived home from her summer job at the Putney School’s summer Arts camp. She’ll be back to the Putney School in the fall to teach history (making her the third history teacher in our family of six right now. The dogs greeted her enthusiastically and have already set off for a run in the hills with her.

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Note that in the background you can see Jim’s shed is already doing serious duty. Emily and Sophie stacked two cords of wood into the shed last week and have the newly arrived third cord to do this week.

And yes, it really is THAT dry here. This summer we have gone from too dry to too wet to too dry again.

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Some things bloom with abandon anyways. Here the Golden Glow Helianthus begins its late summer fireworks.

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Scabiosa or Pincushion Flowers fill the cut Flower bed with lovely blossoms for bouquets in the house and office.
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Rose hips are ripening as are the peaches, pears, plums, and apples. The blueberries need picking every thirty minutes and there is MORE broccoli to process….. but best of all, for those in need of a prince, one awaits in the pool outside the office door.

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Once Upon a Time

There is a lovely flood of produce from the gardens right now. Several days ago, basket on basket of broccoli needed to be processed. And now today it’s bushels of beans.

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As I cut up all the broccoli, washed then steamed it, and finally packed it into bags for the freezer with my much used Farm Journal’s Freezing and Canning Cookbook at my side,
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I couldn’t help thinking about how time consuming a process it is to be even a half baked localvore like I am.

You must have noticed by now how much I love harvesting all the things growing in the gardens and how much pleasure I get from big crops of this or that berry or squash. Though some tried, no one was ever able to take the peasant soul out of me. I am so glad of that because my daily life is right here in these gardens. And as this is where I am, it is a good thing I find such happiness in a large bowl of pie cherries or a freezer full of broccoli.

Yet even living here, right smack dab in the gardens and loving the whole process, it takes a lot of time to keep up with handling and preserving the flood of wonderful food this time of year.

As my own boss, I have the flexibility to spend a morning with the broccoli when the broccoli needs me to do so. I can structure my day so it can be a fun job versus one done at midnight after other things that had to come first. Our culture so vastly under appreciates what’s involved in food production that someone asking their boss for the morning off to freeze broccoli would probably be considered odd. I am sorry that for most people food production would be a joyless task hard to accommodate in an already packed life. I understand that food has been such a cheap commodity in the past few decades that no time is allocated in our culture for growing or harvesting it. Most of us have to spend our time earning money for things that cost more.

Perhaps as fuel prices drive up the price of all the cheap food imported to us from all over the planet, the economics will prove motivation enough for more of us to grow some of our own food, but I would like to see a world that was structured to carve out much more time for food growing and harvesting so that it could be a joyful activity not just an increasingly necessary one.

I don’t want everyone to have to return to growing broccoli as a tiresome necessity. In my dream world, people would have the time to love growing food. They would get a chance to discover it to be a joyful even miraculous activity connecting us to earth and to the ceaseless miracle of seeds that become plants that nourish our bodies and souls.

Okay, so I can dream……

A Beautiful Day for a Swarm

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There is perhaps no hotter outfit than a bee suit. I think of it as a very cheap sauna experience. And such a fashion statement too! But a bee suit makes shaking and scooping a swarm of bees into an empty hive box a rather thrilling experience instead of a scary one. So when this group of bees swarmed into a nearby autumn olive, I donned my bee suit and went to work.

This swarm quickly settled into its new quarters. Soon there were bees whizzing in and out of the hive. With the swarm that I moved into a hive over the weekend and this one, we now have six hives. This one offered up its name when it was still in swarm form. Nemshala. Hive number five gave itself the name Perseus. These two join Ben-Wa, Menemsha, Andromeda, and Lyra.

The bees from Perseus are entering the hive from a gap in the back of the hive versus from the hive opening. This leads me to suspect that Perseus was a swarm from Lyra which is another hive that refuses to use its front door. Lineage is very important to bees. If I can continue to overwinter the bees successfully, it gives them a chance to live with members of their tribe. Rudolf Steiner writes more about bee lineage in his book about bees, a book I am working myself up to read because I can get overwhelmed with what I am not doing for the bees pretty fast and I am fairly certain Rudolf will have LOTS of pointed advice.

Anyways, this beautiful day saw all the bees from all six hives speeding off on nectar and pollen gathering missions. So I too dashed off for a little bit on my own Flower Essence gathering mission in a small marshland area across town where I had seen Yellow Water Lily blooming.

Yellow Water Lily is on my list of Flower Essences to make this summer. This morning seemed the perfect day to go make this Essence.

As a kayaking mission, it was rather brief. The distance from where I put in the kayak to the other side of the marsh was less than a hundred feet, but it was lovely to be briefly on the water.

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At one point, a blue heron flew overhead, and then there were the many Flower friends I found in this marsh, including Swamp Candles. This shot is not very good but it does give you a feeling of this Flower’s incandescence.

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The photos of Yellow Water Lily were better.
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Sometimes this Flower sits up above the water and sometimes right in it. No matter how it sits, it is an amazing presence.

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Another old friend glimpsed this morning is Branched Bur Reed, a wonderful Adirondack research Flower Essence that helps us stay free and unencumbered during toxic high dramas or when we live in “swampy” places.
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When I returned to the farm, I found Emily and Sophie pounding nails for Jim, bumblebees glorying in the Hollyhocks, and Orange Zinnias still strutting their stuff, cheek by jowl with the Red Shiso. In other words, all was well.
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As a community of Flowers, Angels, Nature Spirits, Dogs, Cats and even some People, Green Hope Farm can be a funny place……and I love telling you all about it!