No one was harmed except a dozen eggs.

Remember a few posts ago when I mentioned that someone on another blog said they thought homesteading blogs were boring?  Well, one thing that bears mentioning is that when things do happen around the homestead, they are anything but boring -- at least to the person they are happening to. And some drama could just as easily take place in an urban apartment as on a farm.  Like this morning, for example.

This morning I decided to make Big Ag and Groceries some hard-boiled eggs to take to work with them, since they both mentioned they like them and we have plenty of eggs.  It was a bright, cool, spring morning -- perfect for setting out the lettuce and spinach transplants that were ready to go in the ground, and so I decided to do both at the same time. 

Ya, right. Multitasking is not my cup of tea, and I've certainly proved that once again -- in spades. You'd think that by 53 years of age I'd have figured this out, but apparently not.

So anyway, once I got outside, spring beckoned me down into the pasture, and so I spent some time down there weeding and cutting some grass with a manual hedge-clipper.  Most enjoyable work on a nice day.  Off in the distance I could hear a smoke alarm going off, but we have a neighbor whose alarm will regularly go off if they as much as burn toast, so I thought no more about it.

Nor did I think about it when I passed by our back door and smelled burning....it is spring, after all, which is burn season around here, and so I figured someone was just burning some kind of funky brush down in the hollow.

I was watering the new spinach and lettuce when I had that "OH, SHIT!!!" moment and went sprinting back into the house, with everything suddenly adding up.  Adding up horribly.

And so of course with my entry into the house, I realized that 1) the smoke alarm I'd heard had been ours, and 2) the burning smells likewise also belonged to us.  Oh, also 3), which was that our house was now filled (and I do mean filled) with smoke, the alarms had given up the ghost, and there were burned and exploded eggs splattered throughout the kitchen and into the dining room -- and a burning pot on the stove.

I would blame this on old age except that when I was 30 I once did the same thing with the rubber nipples to my son's baby bottles, which I was sterilizing on the stovetop, when I walked away from it and returned to burned rubber, a ruined pot, and a house filled with the toxic smell of burning rubber (luckily both me and the baby were outside). So clearly I am just the kind of person who needs to set a timer and wear it around my neck or just stand there and watch eggs boil and rubber nipples sterilize. Perhaps I should even take up watching paint dry.  Because you just never know.

Airing out cupboards with a fan.

So right now the fans are going full speed, the windows are all open, and the one thing I'm thankful for is the fact that it's going to be warm today so I can leave the house opened up for the rest of the afternoon.

But it was a reminder that homestead or apartment, suburb or country, some things are universal, like leaving something on the stove.  And as the saying goes that there is no use crying over spilled milk, there's also no use crying over exploding eggs, smoky rooms, or curtains that smell like burned eggs.  

On second thought, maybe those are things worth crying over, or at least feeling a heap of stupid about.

Look at the color!

Ominous sky.

The color of the sky, that is.  There will be no free-ranging for the girls this afternoon -- this cloudburst is heading our way. On days like today I am happy to have nowhere we need to go, a warm house, and a big pot of albondigas soup on the stove.  It will be a nice evening. I'm also grateful for the fact that last year we put in a BIG chicken coop, with lots of room for the hens to scratch and peck, lay and sleep, in the safety of an indoor area.  They love being outside, but when the rain starts coming down, they do have the sense to head indoors to their mansion and just look out the windows at the weather.

While things are peaceful on the human end of the old homestead, we've had plenty of chicken drama as of recently. Callie, our Silver Wyandotte, is a flyer who has managed to fly up to the very top of this chicken run (about 8 feet high), which is normally our pet pigeon Floyd's domain.  Floyd gets along well with all the girls, but Callie has managed to find her way into Floyd's birdseed and has been eating him out of house and home every day.

Miss Callie

I am tired of having to re-fill Floyd's food container every day, so I tasked Big Ag this morning to build Floyd a small condo inside the chicken coop itself -- a Callie-proof condo where he can eat in peace and his food will be left alone. I hesitate to make life too hard on Callie because she is at the bottom of the pecking order, literally, and so her ability to perch in high places gives her a way to get away from others when she's being bullied. We also never let her free range outside, due to her expert flying ability -- we literally do not have a fence on the property she couldn't make it over if she wanted to, and chasing a skittish chicken across the countryside is something I don't have the time or energy for.

Ah, when you have chickens there is always drama.  There's no getting around it.  But even they, drama queens that they are, will find a way to get along later, as this latest storm rolls in and they head for the warmth and dryness of the coop where they'll huddle together, as if they have never had any chicken compatibility drama or personality issues.  

Even Floyd will find shelter and warmth in there.  And starting today, also his dinner.

Goings On

Three out of four seasons finished.

It's been a busy week here at the homestead.  This has, in many ways, kind of been my ideal week; lots of creative projects, all of which were fairly low-budget.

First off is that the barn quilts are finished and are just waiting for Big Ag and Groceries to hang them.  Correction:  Big Ag and Groceries have been ready to hang them for awhile now, but their days off have unfortunately coincided with rain, so we've waited.  But here's a preview (above) of three out of four of them.  The "fall" quilt was under construction when this photo was taken, but has been completed since that time. They will hang on this wall as a way to remind me of the cycles of the garden -- winter, spring, summer, fall.

The quilts came out so nicely that the owner of the winery where I work commissioned me to do two more for the outbuildings there, which I'm looking forward to doing. It will add a welcoming touch for visitors to see from the road, for me it will be something I can always look at when I drive by and say, "I made that," even after I'm retired. I love where I work, and so this will be a pleasure to do.

Sit down and stay awhile!

The other big project has been the cleaning and reclamation of the former Homestead Room, the glass-walled mystery space and, for us, storage room, where we stored All Things Homestead..that is, until a few weeks ago, when all the homestead accessories moved into the garage, leaving a big glass room with no clear purpose.

I have repurposed it as a quiet retreat for myself, complete with a comfortable futon with a throw blanket and pillows, a nice rug, and of course lots of plants. It will still be a functional greenhouse, growing not only all my spring seedlings but also a dwarf Bearrs Lime Tree and a dwarf Meyer Lemon, plus assorted succulents and other tender or frost-sensitive plants. But it will also be my place of quietude, perfect for when Big Ag wants to watch his crime/war/cheesy nature-reality shows and I want to be outside (but not in the direct sun) watching the birds and wildlife.

We have other news as well, but it will have to wait until it's official in a couple more weeks, so until then my lips are sealed.  But it's something very good. The other good thing is that spinach and snow peas went in the ground yesterday and the lettuce crop is giving us salads each and every night, so we feel very thankful.

My tender babies.

Good news and plenty of creative projects seems to be the key to happy, happy days.  At least it seems that way to me.  I know most of the country is battling a killer winter, and you've been in my thoughts. Wish I could send some sunshine your way.

How long could we live without imports?

I don't know how much press it's getting back east, but here on the west coast there is a lot of hubbub in the news about the port slow/shutdowns that are going on in Los Angeles as well as other cities.  The shutdowns are part of an ongoing labor dispute between the port workers' unions and the companies which control shipping to and from the ports.

A recent news report said that if the differences are not ironed out soon, that we can expect to see shortages of products on store shelves -- everything from plastic Easter egg baskets to canned fish to bicycles, furniture, clothing, and other stuff we so often refer to as "cheap Asian crap,"  which is at least partially true. And the world can expect to see shortages in the things we export -- stuff like avocados, oranges, and almonds, among other things.

But this led me to wonder how much American families would actually suffer in a prolonged port shutdown.  Once again, with so many other things discussed on this blog and others like it, it all comes down to how you live.

Yet, there are products I know my family uses that we would have to learn to do without.  The first one that comes to mind is the sockeye salmon I love, which I use to keep my cholesterol in check so my doctor doesn't insist I take Lipitor. Yes, my caught-in-the-USA sockeye salmon is, most likely, actually shipped in a refrigerated tanker all the way to China for canning, then shipped back across the Pacific to the USA for sale.  That's a long trip for a live fish, and even crazier for a dead one. 

Many other products are things Americans could certainly live without, but would require a lifestyle change in order to do so.  We'd have to do things like start re-upholstering furniture instead of buying new, keep our electronics going for longer instead of replacing things as they break or as we tire of them, and in general just do more repair and maintenance of things our society now disposes of and replaces with great regularity. Most homesteading families do this already, but the majority of American families do not -- not at this point, anyway.

While it will probably never happen, I can imagine a semi-permanent port slowdown where our country would actually start canning its own fish again, building its own furniture, and more importantly, making better use of what we have already bought and paid good money for. I'm sure the port shutdown will not come to such dire straits, but part of me wishes it would, because I would love to see our nation turn back into a country of production rather than a country of importation.

But I do believe everything you grow yourselves, or make, is one more thing that does not have to traverse the great seas to reach us, which saves a lot  of fuel, and reduces pollution. Maybe we could end up taking over some of the work we currently send to China.  Maybe we could be distributing our avocados and almonds right here in this country (and growing less, since us west coasties are currently in a drought.)

And maybe, instead of shipping a dead salmon 12,000 miles back and forth across the Pacific, we might be able to catch it and can it right here on the Pacific coast, just a few miles from where it was caught. The foodie in me says "yum" to that.

So bring on the shutdown. Let's take back our ingenuity, our industry, and our craftsmanship. It's not nationalistic jabber, it's just common sense. And while I might feel bad for the longshoremen put out of work by such a change, I'll bet there would be great opportunities opening up within the upholstery, bicycle-making, clothing and canning industries as a result.

It's true.

Heading out to dinner for Valentine's Day.  Clearly, we are mad.

Hope you're doing whatever rocks your world on this holiday weekend.

Boring Blog

So there is another blog I read from time to time, from a conservative columnist living on acreage in Northern Idaho. ( http://www.rural-revolution.com ) While politically we are polar opposites on almost every issue (therefore I usually skip her political posts), I love reading her posts about life in the woods -- their livestock, their weather, their homesteading efforts (which are significant).  

But she posted this morning that someone had complained about her blog, saying something to the effect that writing about broken chest freezers, biscuit recipes and other around-the-house topics was just a big yawn.  And of course instead of just getting lost and reading a different blog, the letter writer felt the need to let this lady know how boring he/she thought that kind of life was.

Which is the total and absolute conundrum about homesteading blogs.  If someone is really homesteading, you are going to see a lot of repetition and unless you are a homesteading fan, it will likely become boring to read about over time. Because, compared to modern life, the simple life of homestead tasks IS boring, by comparison. There are no Tahitian vacations, no outlandish luxury purchases, and very little of what people have come to expect for online entertainment, which is D-R-A-M-A. There are chest freezers breaking down, a little blood spilled here and there, fence issues and animal stories.

There is another blog I used to read (which I will not dignify with the term "homesteading blog" since it is not) which panders more to what your average reality-show consumer desires.  There is always drama, giant, metaphorical wolves at the door interspersed with sticky-sweet, bucolic farm life monologues, lots of self-promotion and advertising, and lots of opportunities for readers to send money to keep it all going and see the drama continued. 

The readers fund the drama in this case, and you donate money to ensure the next "episode" pops up on your blog feed tomorrow or the next day, although the official tagline usually runs something like "your donations keep the farm going." Because as we all know, farms are successful due to online donations, right?

Anyway, this second blog is not a blog about homesteading, although it may look like that on the surface. No, instead, it's actually a soap opera/reality TV show set on a few acres, with the blogger seeking not the simple life, but rather attention and recognition. But, I suppose the complaining letter-writer on the other blog would like it, because it does have a constantly rotating cast of new animals and new purchases, usually followed by lots of crisis and commensurate panic.

I will just say here that I love true homesteading blogs because they inspire me. Honestly, I also love decorating blogs if they inspire me.  In my opinion, if you are a real person doing real and creative things, that is interesting.  If I read a post about making butter, then I want to make some. If I read about planting a spring garden, then I get excited about planning mine. I do try to stay away from serious decorating blogs for this reason...if I see a newly remodeled bathroom, I start wanting one myself.  Better to just make some butter and be content with that. It's a lot cheaper that way.

But regarding the homesteading blogs I do read, I do not expect life on the average, honest homestead to read like an episode of "The Bachelor," with trips, roses and tears in every episode.

Here's to keeping it real on the homestead and the legitimate bloggers who help chronicle it. Let's leave the roses and tears to the drama queens.

Standing (on) your ground

So Big Ag came  home last night and told me there has been a produce company sniffing around his LinkedIn profile recently, hoping to lure him away from his current job.  At his level in the agricultural field, there's no doubt he's a catch -- certified to grow organic crops, ethical, honest, and very true to the land in terms of leaving it in good condition for the next generation.

The new company in question offered him a fairly large pay increase -- raising his salary by a full one third -- in order to relocate about two hours south of here.  Big Ag had first told them no, saying he didn't want to do some of the traveling listed in the original job description, and they immediately removed the travel portion of the job. It was clear they really wanted to get him onboard. Flattering for him, and well-deserved, too.

And so last night we sat and considered what our lives would be like if we relocated.  Considered it for exactly 10 minutes, as a matter of fact, before deciding neither of us wanted to leave this land we currently live on.

Living on a piece of land is not the same as owning a home, unless you built that home with your own two hands to provide shelter for your family.  About three years ago we began the work of turning a rural-yet-suburban-styled property we'd bought into something that would produce food and care for critters, both native and domestic.  The land literally absorbed our blood, our sweat, and sometimes, our tears, both of joy and sadness, through the process. We nourished the land with ourselves and it, in turn, nourishes us.

So while we may not have built the house which shelters us, we did turn the property from a useless pleasure landscape into something with multi-purpose use, not the least of which is feeding ourselves. No matter what remodeling project you take on inside your house, it will still never feed your family the way a piece of land will.  And so it becomes much harder to give it up and move, no matter what the circumstances.

And so the decision to stay put was an easy one.  As it should be.  Just like the trees in our orchard, we sunk our roots deep into this ground when we arrived and now it would be painful and even potentially harmful to try and pull those roots up, no matter what the financial incentive might be.

That's not to say we will never move, but for now, we are staying put, for as long as our bodies allow us to work this hill.

It's a good thing, having land of one's own.  More important than career, more important than money. Your land will always keep you humble, keep you guessing, and keep you working. And in turn it will nourish you in ways you aren't even aware of, as well as a host of other creatures -- wild and domestic -- who now depend on you to keep their home safe for them.

So this is us: standing our ground, on our ground, for as long as fate, luck and the universe allows us to.