Brown Paper Packages... These are a few of my favorite things!

Though they weren't tied up with string, brown paper packages have been bringing lots of fun and new life to our house lately...

What could this box have in it? It arrived on Tueday

Ooooh! 37 Buff Orpington chicks!

Hatched and immediately shipped, the chicks can live for 24-36 hours on the nutrition they get from eating the yolk of their egg before making their way out.

A delicate little fluff ball.

Much like this one was just two weeks ago. This is one of Blackie's chicks, as featured in this post. Feathering out and growing larger, they are becoming very pretty with speckles of grey, black and brown.

And we are very happy to find that they are non-agressive toward the newest chicks and so we have chicks of four different ages all rooming happily together in the brooder.

Another exciting arrival by post were the seeds for the medicinal herb garden. It's getting a bit of a late start but I'm hoping that they can at least get established even if I am not able to harvest anything this year. Most of them are perennials or self-seeding annuals. See my 2012 Planted list on the right to get an idea of the variety to which I look forward.

Kent and I are also trying our hands at growing mushrooms. Kent has selected trees and cut the logs at the right time of year to innoculate with the fungii. He'll be plugging the logs with Shitake, Blue Pearl and Lion's Mane mushrooms but it will be a year before they'll be growing and ready to enjoy. In the meantime, I requested a countertop mushroom patch. Here are the shitake mushrooms that are already starting to grow. This will produce successive harvests of mushrooms over several months. I can't wait to pick the first mushrooms and immediately use them in dinner. How fun will that be!?

And last, but not least, today's mail brought a new queen bee and her attendants for one of Kent's hives. He added her right away. In a couple of weeks he can check to see how she's settling in.

So many new and exciting things we are learning and experiencing!

Bet You Can't Eat Just One

What's crispy, chewy, salty, sweet, peanut-buttery and chocolate?

These delicious pretzel cookies with chocolate and peanut butter chips

from Sarah at Sugarcooking!

Her pic, not mine. Mine didn't turn out as picturesque.

These got four thumbs up from the four-man crew at our house tonight.

The pretzels really did stay crunchy and the salt on top was just the perfect touch. I agree with her assessment that you need to give them a bit of a pat down before you bake them.

So go ahead, you know you want to bake them now!

Gardening is Good for the Soul

There is bound to be a lot of entries about gardening on the blog because it's that time of year and gardening is a big deal with us. Looking at then and now pictures or seeing lush green crops in photos is nice but does not convey the full effect of the gardening process.

The hours spent hand howing lime into the soil. Baking in the sun. Drinking greedily from the hose. On your hands and knees digging, planting, weeding, thinning. The well-developed appreciation for the fact that God and not you make these things grow and prosper. Or not. The warmth of the sun and rain in its time is less about what to wear today and more like breathing. It becomes a part of your daily existence. It's a very connected feeling. Connected to the land, the crops, the weather and especially to our dependence on God for all things.

 The wonder at planting something you've never grown before and watching it come up unlike anything you expected. This is buckwheat. Not at all what I thought it might look like.

 The tomato plants that you stripped down to two leaves and and gently buried you realize have now become strong, lovely plants with tomatoes already setting on them.

 Bean teepees. Constructed with hope and expectation soon to be vining

With plants just emerged from the dry seed you placed in the ground

Tiny plants with the promise of large, crisp heads of cabbage,

hard as it is to believe when you put their fragile roots in the soil.

Now straining against their protective covers and looking strong and healthy.

Trust. Hope. Wonder. Gratitude. And so many lessons to be drawn about life.  So much potential in a small dry seed. How stripping branches and burying a plant may seem harsh but actually causes it to be stronger and more fruitful. The net of protection that keeps away the enemies that would devour. The strong framework that gives support to the plant that would otherwise fall on its own.

Life itself began in a garden. Tending the garden was the job God gave to man. Work with God's design and you will be rewarded and amazed. Work against His design and sooner or later you will be humbled. It is hard to feel far from God when one is tending the garden.

A couple weeks ago I realized I was still mourning the loss of fruit on our trees this year. Not a single fruit tree on our property will be producing this year due to a cold snowy spell that happened just as everything began to blossom. Did I believe I was owed a fruit harvest? Last year we reaped that which we did not sow. And while we appreciated it and there are still apples and peaches preserved and dried. Although, or perhaps because, we rely greatly on the produce of our land to supply us for the whole year, it seemed that I felt I was entitled to MY fruit. I asked God to forgive me and determined to thank God, even though "the tree does not blossom".

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither [shall] fruit [be] in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and [there shall be] no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17, 18

And now I wonder to myself, Is this how God gives rest even to the trees and vines? Could we see a larger harvest someday in the future because of the loss of harvest now? I can't know but I do know He has a plan and His way is always good. Am I willing to trust His provision even though my own plan has had a wrench thrown into it? Yes. I will.

What are you so happy about?

Yeah, I'm grinning too! It's radish time again!

 And look at this hive... you may at first note that it has a number of  bees on it. Actually, it was covered with them earlier that day. It had been very hot here this past week. The bees were "bearding", Kent tells me. But you might also note the size of that hive. When I first pictured them here on the blog there were two hives of equal size.

Hmmm.... now there are three hives and one is quite large. That's because Kent had to add on to the hive that was brimming with honey and split another that was growing in population. I think he's doing a great job with his new apiary skills.

He also got to try his hand this past week at capturing a swarm. The vagaries of bee swarms being what they are, he did not ultimately succeed in capturing it. However, he gained good experience and confidence by trying. At one point he was 20-25 up a ladder in a tree in the dark to try and gather the bees from where they had clustered for the night. I myself stayed on the ground praying for his safety and convinced that I wouldn't have the nerve myself.

And I also harvested a large crop of brown fur. I was finally able, with Stephanie's assistance, to clip Caleb. The pile of discarded hair was as large as the remaining dog. He actually doesn't look too bad for a home clip job and he seems to feel much better.

To Everything there is a Season

And this is one of our favorites... Garden time! We've been laboring for some weeks now with tilling, and expansions. Planting and mulching. And we're starting to see things come in very nicely.

Then

Now

Or north side expansion filled mainly with squash family. It is not fenced but our Amish friends tell us that wildlife is not very keen on squash because of it's prickly vines and leaves. We're giving it a try to see if we can let them romp without needing all the protection that we provide to tomatoes and such.

Then

And they are all up now and getting ready to vine... butternut, acorn, hubbard, spaghetti, sweet pie, black beauty, yellow straightneck and watermelon.

Now

And the east expansion from the main garden is our experimental grains and our sweet corn.

Then

The buckwheat is up and lively. The purple barley is not taking off like I had hoped. The sweet corn is doing just fine but we only planted half the space to start, and then planted about two weeks later so that we can have fresh sweet corn over a longer span of time.

Now

I'm sad to say that the two hens pictured just a couple of posts ago... brownie and blackie, along with a lovely white hen, were all snatched from their coop last night. It was a very sad morning to find only three hens remaining along with Bob Jr., a very distraught rooster. We have moved the coop to our side yard, right under our bedroom window and where an exterior motion-sensitive light will come on. I'll have my 22 loaded and I will use deadly force. Kent is also going to procure some traps. I have 36 baby chicks ariving in less than a week and this carnage has got to stop. So if you hear a charp crack and the sound of a tin can tumbling, that'll be me out sharpening my skills.

Gotta run now and get dressed to attend and serve at a home-style wedding. It's a beautiful day for it!

I'm going to my happy place, I'm going to my happy place, I'm.....

I've become convinced that it's nice to have something you like to do that takes you away from everything else. It doesn't have to be literally "away". You can be "away" in your own home. For me creativity takes me away. (And playing piano. And reading a good book. And working in the garden.)Time has no meaning and my focus is entirely on the project at hand, giving my mind and spirit a break from all the other pressing needs around me. I believe I first mentioned my quilt project here.

No, not this one.

(Click on the pic to zoom in and get a look at the pretty embroidered roosters)

Or even this one.

Those are just some lovely things to look at in our fun quilt classroom. There are eight of us in the closs and Carol, our fun and knowledgeable teacher. Two of my favorite hours every month!

In fact, I should have been working on my quilt blocks this evening instead of blogging. I have 16 blocks to do for our July class and each block has 45 pieces. That makes... um... 10 x 45 is 450 plus 6 x 40 is 240 and 6 x 5 is 30.... so... 720 pieces! Yes! Each starched, pressed, pinned, sown, trimmed and pressed again. I made one block so far. It took me 3 hours. So 3 x 15 more blocks is 45 hours of homework. Yikes! I've got to go!

Bye

Chickens, Mr. Tweedy, do not plot!

So children, would you like to play a joke on Auntie Brownie?

 Oh, this ought to be good!

Hello, Dearie! The chicks and I just really needed a holiday...

You don't mind if we stay here with your for awhile? Do you?

They just crack me up.

Sometimes I think I wouldn't mind a dull moment. Most of the time I'm just trying to keep up around here. The chickens alone confound me on a daily basis. There's the crazy egg sitting, co-op style. Then matching nest boxes. Then the orphan chick that seems to throw everything into confusion. It finally gets adopted by the brown hen and then she doesn't seem to want the eggs she's actually been trying to hatch. I am sad to report a fatality of her first hatched chick by the hen herself. Apparently it startled her and looked like an intruder. I'll never understand. And then there is the abduction of one of my favorite hens right out of their coop a couple nights ago. A trail of feathers lead into the woods. I don't think it went well for her, either. And in a week I'll be heading to the post office to pick up another 36 chicks. I guess that means that the fun will keep on rolling. Now if I could just get Babs to knit a possum trap...

*If you don't get my references, then you need to log onto Netflix immediately and request a copy of Chicken Run for your viewing pleasure.