Feeling Like Fall...

The leaves are changing. The bag of apples is sitting in the cellar waiting to be pummeled into applesauce. The echinacea flowers have paled and become ragged...


The garden has almost stopped producing, save an abundance of nasturtiums, a patch of leeks, a handful of tomatoes, and some stubbornly persistent Brussels sprouts.


I'm feeling at once inspired and a bit depressed. I so love the process of growing things and things growing that I'm often tempted to move to a more temperate climate, somewhere I might be able to grow things year-round, or at least know that I'm able, should I want to, should I have the energy. A greenhouse, I think, would come in handy, but the cost is prohibitive, and the learning curve is steep, I fear. And maybe I'm also intimidated by the thought of performance anxiety. If I have a greenhouse, I confess, I may not be as productive with it as I should be. Not a failure I care to venture into. And yet, I know that I'm getting no younger. My knees and stomach and bladder and all else are aging so quickly that my mind can barely catch up with the fact.

A venture into the garden, however, proves that I should choose inspiration. Yes, there is an abundance of death and endings...

...withered tomato vines, faded scarecrow clothing...

...brown marigold heads hanging low, rotting apples lying all over the ground--and yet there is so much life, too. Honeybees hover lazily from one sanvitalia flower to the next.

A closer inspection of the prolifically blooming nasturtiums...

...uncovers another watermelon ripe on the vine, as well as a half-dozen volunteer mammoth sweet pea tendrils winding up their fence...

...a testament to the laziness that prevented me from pulling up the wire-coated supports or cleaning every last one of the spent pea pods in the spring. The climbing black-eyed susan vine that refused to climb all summer long has now taken flight, grabbing onto the nearby spikes of Victoria Blue salvia, lending their color to a lovely contrast.

Four O'Clock seeds sown and quickly forgotten have grown, thrived and bloomed.


I've not planted Four O'Clocks before, so a quick search lends a bit of information:

"Plant seeds in early spring or divide tubers any time. If you soak the large black seeds in water overnight before planting they will germinate quicker. If you get one that you like especially, you can dig up the tuber at the end of the season and replant it next spring. Four o'clocks will self seed."

Swiss chard, eggplant, Brussells sprouts and violas are all happily producing.

A pile of squash sits on the picnic table, eager for roasting.

The "Etain" perennial violas I plunged into the fertile soil of the perennial bed last fall performed in the spring and have raised their ruffled violet-rimmed yellow faces for an encore performance.

"Shapely are all till compared with Etain...Dear are all till compared with Etain."

And the Zebrina Althea is growing everywhere, thanks to the seeds it dropped last fall.

Of course, in their dying, the flower heads drop their seeds everywhere, eager to be fruitful and multiply, eager to fill the whole earth with their goodness.




The bronze fennel that flank my front stairs is proof of that, its ferny voluminousness lending a jungle-like quality to the garden, the seeds and leaves always there for snacking, happy to leave a licorice taste on your tongue.


And the beautiful fall bed rests in pastel wonder, soft greens, soft violets, and the oh-so-soft leaves of the lamb's ear blending with the pinkish purple hues of the flowering kale and cabbage.



And so, today, gentle reader, I offer to you the endings and beginnings of this year's garden. Send me a note at triple maple farm AT gmail DOT com, eliminating the spaces and replacing the words with the appropriate symbols, and I'll send you a smattering of my garden seeds, and maybe a bit of this or that as well.

Delight in the season with me.

Things I Love Right Now...

And when I say things I love "right now," I mean things that are particularly close to my heart at this time. The normal things that I love, like my family and life and God, go without saying. These are just things that make me all warm and fuzzy at this time in my life.

My new iPod Touch. This is just love, pure and simple. It's a thing of beauty. How did I live without this for so long?

Podcasts. I mean, wow. I know I'm W-A-Y behind the times, here, but there is just nothing in the world like listening to This American Life or The Splendid Table at my own convenience.

The Library. I go in phases with this one. Sometimes I love my library, and sometimes I leave her in the dust. Usually the latter comes after me misplacing some very expensive book for a great amount of time, or one of my children misplacing some CD for a great amount of time, and me being too embarrassed to pay the fine for it. But then I break down and return to the arms of her comforting shelves once again.

Books on CD. This is part of the loves mentioned above. The Library + Books on CD + iPod = lovelovelove. The problem is that I listen to go to sleep, and then I can't remember where I left off. Currently, I'm listening to Before You Know Kindness by Chris Bohjalian, whose book Midwives was my first exposure to him. I even got to do a little interview with him and get some signed copies back when I worked for an independent bookstore. On deck: So Brave, Young and Handsome by Leif Enger.

CDs. Another library/ipod combo. There are many CDs that I own but are not playable anymore, or works that I own on cassette, and then there are those things that I've heard smatterings of but would like more, so I find them at the library and pop them onto my iPod. Mmmm.

Interlibrary Loan. Pure genius. Makes all of the above even more fabulous.

iCal. This is a great Mac application that also happens to be on my iPod, so when I plug in my iPod, iCal syncs them both and I always have my calendar updated. Quite nice, really.

Electricity. We were without this for about a week when Ike swirled his coattails across o-HI-o. I was not a happy person while I was without refrigeration, water and computer access. Electricity is my friend.

Free time and The Jar. See my previous post about this one.

This gorgeous weather. I do wish I would get outside and enjoy it more. I love these cool, sunny days and could definitely handle them all year long.

Garden-fresh tomatoes with a sprinkling of kosher salt and feta cheese. This is food-love at its simplest.

Apple season. I can't wait to get to the orchard tomorrow and get some of the bestest apples on the planet.

Clean refrigerators. When we had our power outage, it forced me to clean out our three fridges, so now I have some very nice-looking appliances.

facebook. Yes, I have all but neglected my poor blog because of my new jones, facebook. I say new, but I've really been enjoying it for some time.

Text Twirl. A facebook application that is quite addictive. I find myself making words out of series' of letters wherever I am.

Raw milk. We had gone without it for a couple of months, but now it's back, and, boy, am I happy. That cream that sits on the top after the milk has been stored overnight is pure gold.

I think that's it for now.

What do you love?

Goals for a Homelearning Year

So, now that I have one daughter in college, things have changed quite a bit. One of the things I realized over the past two years that I promised I would change once she graduated was the amount of busy-ness we've been enslaved to. Running, running, running, and pretty soon, here's a stay-at-home mom who no longer stays at home. That means stress for everyone.

At the end of last school year, I made a commitment that I would say "no" more often, that I would stay at home more (a LOT more), that I would not take any jobs--part-time or otherwise, and that I would relax a bit so that we could have an even keel through the whole year, not a swan dive at the beginning and a nose dive toward the middle, leaving us all gasping for air by the end.

The extent of my planning for this school year included one sheet of legal paper, three mason jars and a new library card.

The legal paper looks something like this:


While I know it looks like scrawl to you, it's gold to me. Here. Let me see if I can translate for you:

Goals for This School Year:

*Read as often as possible
*Stay home as often as possible
*Do a lot of nature study/drawing
*Practice music often
*Art classes (talk to Fred D about this)
*Math curriculum--Teaching Textbooks, maybe?
*Keep journals
*Teach girls to read
*Sing together
*Take walks/ride bikes
*Have breakfast every morning (yes, sometimes we get so busy that we don't do this together)
*Take turns making Dad's lunch
*Keep regular bedtimes (not sure we can do this one with much success. I'm a sucker for learning opportunities, even if they pop up at midnight or 2 a.m.)
*Take vitamins
*Consumer math for Houdin
*Volunteer
*Lots of photos
*Houdin drives
*Dates with each child
*Write letters to people we love
*Cook together
*Five in a Row for The Baby
*Limit computer time
*Take day trips

And Most of All:

RELAX

Many of these things are continuations of what we do on a regular basis. Some of them, like getting walks or limiting computer time, are goals.

Because the computer, as you may know, is an issue--a distraction--for many of us. Including me.

So what I've done is fill a jar with a whole lot of little pieces of paper. Each piece of paper is a chore or activity for the person who owns the jar. Each item gives that person a number of points. Those points earn them clues. Those clues lead them to letters. Those letters make up a word. That word is the password for the day. That password gains the person access to the computer. Sometimes they just get the letters. Sometimes they have to go hunting for them. Sometimes the password is five letters long. Sometimes it's ten or twelve.

So what kinds of things do they have on their papers? Here's a smattering:

Wash a car (2)
Write or copy one poem (1)
Take a walk (1)
Dust your bedroom (1)
Do a nice thing for someone (1)
Play the drums (1)
Make rosemary bread (1)
Pull weeds (2)
Harvest cherry tomatoes (2)
Pick apples off the ground for 10 minutes (2)
Read a chapter of a book (1)
Take some outdoor photos (1)
Hug a sibling (1)
Take a shower (2)
Make sugar water for the hummingbirds (1)
Draw something (1)
Draw something from nature (1)
Do 5 situps (1)
Run around the house 1x (1 each time)
Burn the trash (1)
Dust one room (1)
Listen to a podcast that Mom gives you (1)
Clean the kitchen floor (2)
Clean 3 windows, inside and out (2)
Study 3 things in nature (1)
Do something nice for someone (2)
Hug a sibling (1)
Make someone smile (1)
Read one chapter of a nonfiction book (1)
Clean up a mess (2)
Cuddle with an animal (1)
Tell someone you love them (1)
Vacuum the bedrooms (2)
Scrub the sinks (2)
Organize shoes (1)
Clean the glass doors and windows (2)
Fill the birdfeeders (1)
Lay in the hammock for ten minutes (1)
Read your little sibling a story (1)
Write a letter (1)
Collect and identify five leaves (2)
Listen to a chapter of a story read by Mom (1)
Do a math project (1)
Find a location on the map given to you by Mom (1)

Each person has a list that's customized for them, so they already know how to do the things they're asked to do. Some things are easy. Some are a little harder. Some might take a second. Some might take all day. Any suggestions would be appreciated!

Read aloud books for this year:
Little House on the Prairie Series (no, shamefully, I have not read all of these aloud to my daughters yet. The eldest, who is in school, did read them all, and we quite lived on them for a while, but the youngers haven't had the pleasure of these in the fullest)
American Girl (these were Bard's soul history books when she was young Am. Girl used to have such a GREAT history focus when it first began, complete with a history club for girls. This all ended when they were bought out by Mattel).
Swallows and Amazons Series (we've just finished the first book and are moving on to the second)
Tales from Shakespeare or Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare
Charlotte's Web (we're halfway through this one)
There are many others that are part of Ambleside Online that we will also work through. Reading will be our biggest focus.

And that's it. That's our planning for this year. No more lesson books or elaborate lists or large bills for curriculum orders. No more expecting the same performance levels from everyone.

From now on, theme is RELAX.

::: late summer afternoon :::

::: i didn't shake his hand: on meeting author and prophet a.j. jacobs :::

When I met A.J. Jacobs this evening, author of The Know-It-All and The Year of Living Biblically and fellow blogger, the first thing I did was reach out to shake his hand. This staggers the imagination. It falls in line with doing stupid things like reminding yourself fourteen hundred times to pick up your phone on your way out of the house, or make the deposit at the bank before going home, or buy a bag of ice when you get to the cashier. You tell yourself over and over and over again, but you forget anyway. (By the way, when you get to the car after grocery shopping and realize you've forgotten milk, why does it seem easier to come back later and live for a week without milk than to walk from the parking lot into the grocery store and buy the stuff? Or is this just me?)

I first heard about Jacobs' book, The Year of Living Biblically, on NPR a year ago. I was enthralled and intrigued (which is kind of redundant, but I really was) since I was at a point in my life when I was beginning to take Biblical teaching--specifically the words of Jesus--very seriously, so I stopped immediately at my local bookstore to see if it was available. It was, but not at a price I could afford at the time, so I decided to come back for it later, but not before reading a few words here and there. Right away, several themes of the book struck me; first, Jacobs' willingness to learn and appreciate something new, and second, his desire to stick to something whole-heartedly for an entire year. I think I could commit to, oh, maybe eating and breathing for a year, but I'm not sure I'm all that great at committing to anything else for any extended period. I'm not even good at commiting to buying a book that I purposefully drove to the bookstore to purchase.

But I was able to pick up Jacobs' book The Know-It-All, about his determination to read through the Encyclopaedia Brittanica from A to Z (or, more precisely, from a-ak to zywiec), which smacked of the kind of wacky, immersive thing I would do but just hadn't thought of or had the guts to try and pull off. Reading what he had to say about his experience was like reading the book I would have written if I'd had half of his gumption and fortitude. Better yet, it was like reading what I would have found interesting and told people about without having to actually wade through all forty-four million words of the thing. It was like I outsourced my encyclopaedia reading to A.J. Jacobs.

And some of the things I gleaned from the book didn't really have anything to do with the encyclopaedia. Some of the most fascinating tidbits came from Jacobs' honesty about his own hangups. The transparency he allowed made me feel like I knew him, that I could really hang with him, that we could understand each other.

Insert creepy stalker music here.

But seriously, I thought that we'd have a lot of things to talk about if I ever met this guy in a conversational situation. We could discuss similar interests in historical quirkiness, or I could tell him how much I appreciated his chapter on school and the teacher's discussion of war. And one thing I absolutely knew, without a shadow of a beard, was that if we ever met, I would not, under any circumstances, shake his hand.

It's not because of any strange hand-habit that Jacobs wrote about in his book which turned me off from touching him. It had more to do with the fact that Jacobs describes himself as a hypochondriac and germaphobe, and I wanted to honor his hangups by not exposing him to my germs.

So, when the opportunity arose for me to actually meet this author, who would be within two-hours' drive time discussing his book The Year of Living Bibically, I ordered the tome from Amazon, read as much as I could digest (not in the Jeremiah eating-a-scroll sense, of course) in three weeks, which was to page 120 (what? It took the man a year to live it. I figure taking a year to read it is okay, too), and bought my tickets. As I dragged my dear husband along to be my driver, cameraman and general roadie, I instructed him firmly, "If you meet him, you must NOT shake his hand. He's a germaphobe." My husband nodded solemnly.

As soon as we entered the building, I saw Jacobs standing near the doorway. To my credit, I didn't rush him, although I did suggest to my husband that he could follow him into the men's room and introduce himself there. Jacobs couldn't soon forget that moment.

Insert the second movement of the creepy stalker music.

The presentation was decent, though it seemed to me that .9 of the audience hadn't read the book, because they laughed at all of the verbatim parts he quoted as if they'd never heard them before. I waited until the end of the question and answer session, mostly because I found it annoying that people kept shooting their hands up before he was finished answering the previous question. "I'll wait until they're all questioned-out," I reasoned. Unfortunately, the time was up before that happened. I figured I'd ask him my question, which pertained to what decisions he had made regarding the upbringing of his son (a topic he discusses in Living Biblically) when I would meet him at the book-signing table. And not shake his hand.

And, sure enough, he was at the said book-signing table. Since the last shall be first and the first shall be last, I was fairly close to the beginning of the line; I had been at the very back of the auditorium, right near the doorway where he was seated.

I knew I was going to have a few things to say, so I did, in all fairness, offer my space to the woman behind me who made a comment that she was in a bit of a hurry. She only had two books to sign. I had four. She declined, but at least I tried. It was in keeping with the whole golden rule theme. Having said that, I actually do try to live out the golden rule on a regular basis. It's as close as I can come to Living Biblically.

I saddled my husband with the camera and my other junk, instructing him to take several pictures. "And take them from slightly above, please. A modified myspace profile pic, except you're taking it and not me. I don't want a picture of all of my chins."

I was so busy giving photography lessons that I was actually caught off-guard when it came my turn to meet Jacobs. Instinctively, I stuck out my hand, and he reached for it. Almost as instinctively, I yanked my hand back before he had a chance to touch it. Unbelievable. After all of the reminders I had given myself and my husband, I had actually attempted to shake A.J. Jacobs' hand. But all was redeemed. I apologized, assured him that I wasn't actually going to touch his hand, because I know...I know...what? How he feels about germs? I don't know what I actually said, but I think he got the point, and I think he was grateful.

But here's the thing. I'm so accustomed to doing things a certain way, to meeting someone and performing the obligatory handshake, that I was taken aback. I had no idea what to do or say. Speechless, I stammered, "I'm a little lost, now. I don't know what to do if I don't shake your hand...."

At that point, he noticed my camera-wielding husband. Jacobs stood, and muttered that he was allowed to put his hand on my back, possibly as a consolation for not shaking my hand, and Bo took the shot.


Another brief exchange ensued while he signed my books in which he seemed genuinely interested, mostly, I'm sure, because I was one of the first people in line and not the 56th, though stamina and endurance do seem to be two of Jacobs' traits. Still, he really did seem interested. Here he is hanging on my every word. Ignore, please, the multiple chins. On me, that is. Mr. Jacobs' chins are just fine.


See the stamina? See the endurance? See the genuine interest? See the eye contact (Jacobs actually says that he has to work on *not* maintaining eye contact so that people don't think he's a psycho who keeps a cup of noses in his freezer)? Aren't these great traits? As are charm, compassion, humor and honesty, which Jacobs' also seems to possess, from my limited stalk...er, reading. Through his books and the answers to the questions presented by tonight's audience, I came to realize something about Jacobs that he may not recognize in himself, something that, in fact, he disclaimed. A.J. Jacobs is a prophet in his own right. What I took away from my evening listening to him was that he is a seeker of truth, a seeker of wisdom. He's not interested in retribution, ridicule, or setting people straight. "There are enough books out there that take the other side to task. I went into this wanting to understand." And what he learns, he shares. A speaker of truth, of wisdom, of understanding. A prophet.

Once I had left the building and climbed into my car, I opened my copy of Living Biblically to read a passage about Ecclesiastes (Jacobs' favorite book of the Bible) to my husband, flipping past the inscription. I'd almost forgotten it was there, so I flipped back and read it.



If he'd have known, he'd also have written, "And thanks for not accosting me in the men's room."

Insert final movement of creepy stalker music.

Some of the Musicians in My Life...

I caught this couple of minutes of video of Bo, my dear husband, and his brother doing an impromptu rendition of "My Sweet Lord."

Swimmin'!

I had a couple of extra kids palling around with me, it was hot, and there were no other plans for the day. Sounds like the perfect opportunity for the first swim outing of the season. We loaded up with food and towels and swimsuits and kids and we set our course for the swim park we'd never been to. First thing I said to Bard as we headed from home was that it seemed to all go too easily, that something probably wasn't going to cooperate.

After we had arrived at the swim park, about two hours later than I'd hoped, and paid my $50 to get in, and laid all of our belongings out on the crowded grassy area, I heard thunder. And then multiple whistles.

"There has been lightening sighted. Everyone out of the pool. We'll resume swimming twenty minutes after the last lightening strike."

Which meant that our four hours of swimming has just been cut to three.

Of course, this news was followed by a steady downpour.

We loaded everything back up and squished into the small block building, where a large sign was posted saying, "NO REFUNDS. NO EXCEPTIONS."

"Not even if we just walked in and haven't even been in the pool yet?"

The young girl at the register shook her head. Only if they close the pool, she told me, and only if it's before 2:00 p.m. (it was), but it wasn't likely they'd close the pool, because this was just one tiny pop-up storm.

So we waited it out.

An hour later, the lifeguards are called to their stations and we're allowed to return to the pool. For about half-an-hour, until the swim break.

Then it's back to the pool. Most people have left because of the storm, so it's not even very crowded. It's warm, and the water feels good. The kids are having a great time.

And then the thunder rolls again.

Ah, well. At least we got an hour of swimming in for my $50 bucks. Oh, and a few good photos with my new waterproof camera.

Sweetheart splashin'

The play area.

My neice Bella was absolutely lovin' it.

The girl has no fear.

She saved these flowers from the cupcakes to give to her mommy.

The Baby

Today's Project: Basil Bread

When the basil comes in, the eatin' gets good. Today's basil project was Genovese Basil Bread. Hop on over to my food blog, Time to Cook, for the recipe and pictures of my helpers. :-)

I'm also working on the No-Knead Bread from the New York Times. You can check out that recipe and an article about it here, but I won't post it on my food blog until I see how it comes out.

If you want to see some *real* food blogs, check out Simply Recipes and Farmgirl Fare. Good stuff, I tell ya!

::: sweetheart's art :::

Sweetheart, the darling nine-year-old girl of the family, has recently taken to photography. She can very often be seen with a camera in her hand, usually Mom's Canon. Recently, after months of camera lust, I bought this little miracle, and now Sweetheart can take high-quality photos to her heart's content without me worrying that she'll drop the camera or get it wet. Here are a few of her photos.
Swing-out sister.

Self-portrait.

Cousin Bella's lovely locks.

Sisters.

Her favorite model.

::: what summer looks like :::

The view from my kitchen window. Look closely. :-)

Tomatoes, hollyhocks and a little girl.

The Scarecrow.

Petunias in a clay pot. See the lilies in the background?

An old, old, old cooler full of flowers.

A Trip to the Zoo

Yesterday, on a whim, we took a trip to the zoo in the Big City. It was a quick, low maintenance outing--grab the kids, throw some bottles of water in the bag, and out the door. It turned out to be one of the best outings we've had in a long time. The zoo was beautiful, the weather was very cooperative, and the kids were on their best behavior. How often does that happen?

Here's Monet taking a break from his self-appointed stroller-pushing duties. That rope bridge isn't very stroller-wheel friendly. ;-)
The girls were very impressed with the hugangous monarch caterpillar. I was very impressed with the amazing gardens!

An inside look at a cone-shaped hydrangea.

The jellyfish exhibit was absolutely incredible. God was very imaginative on the day he dreamed up these creatures.

The butterfly bench was quite creative, too. God must have been feeling very imaginative on the day he created creative human beings. :-)

Then tonight we had a family night, choosing for our movie disc 3 of Planet Earth, the Shallow Seas segment, which featured many of the animals we saw at the zoo. The series is awe-inspiring, giving us a glimpse of what goes on in places we'd likely never get to see otherwise. If you haven't seen it, you simply have to.

And now it's thunderstorming (good thing it wasn't doing this yesterday!), so it's time to shut down for the night. Blessings!