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Early Garden Rewards

Mary ConleyDear friends,

On a past post called "The Garden of Hope," I shared my feelings about the enjoyment I felt while planting our garden on Mother's Day at our farm. Then I left for three weeks, hoping that the weather and the sprinkler system would be kind to me. They were. Three days after returning, we started eating from the variety of lettuces I planted. I've constantly added to those large, almost daily salads, other nourishing things such as radishes, sugar snap peas, and small kale, Swiss chard,  and beet leaves. This week, we also ate our first beets. 

Have you noticed when our gardens have lettuces, we need to buy cucumbers and tomatoes, and by the time the cucumbers and tomatoes are ready, the heat has bolted the lettuces? At least we always have something growing fresh for us.  

So far, my garden's only enemies have been bugs. I have sprinkled on food grade diatomaceous earth, an organic alternative, several times, and I see the affected plants are now sending up bug free leaves. I have noted to be proactive next year.

 mustard lettuce greens again

Mustard greens: I planted mustard for the first time this year, and we liked the flavor mixed with our other lettuces. However, it was the first to show bug damage.

Garden

My kitchen garden: On the far left, I have a good crop of carrots. Green beans are starting to climb the fence at both ends. We have another bed with various vine plants, and another with potatoes, sweet corn, and sweet potatoes. 

I am so fortunate to have my fenced in kitchen garden, and it makes me happy to be able to view it from the table where we eat each day. It's close proximity also reminds me to get out there and pick the food. Larry and I often discuss the fact that our salads are practically still alive as I pick and clean them just before lunch. Compare this to the produce in the store, which has had such a long shelf life before we actually eat it. Yes, my garden not only helps make me happy, but healthy, Even if you don't garden, I urge you to find a small area, a barrel, etc, to grow your own lettuce. It couldn't be easier or more rewarding.

The Garden of Hope

Mary ConleyDear friends,

How did you spend Mother's Day? Did you go to church or out to lunch? Your young children may have showered you with homemade cards and small gifts. Perhaps your adult children visited, called, or sent cards. I hope it was a happy and rewarding day for you. I remember spending many Mother's Days visiting my mother in her home, then senior housing, and finally the nursing home. I miss her and often wish I could tell her what we are doing on the farm, or ask something about the past. This Mother's Day, I had a wonderful time doing something very special and I wish Mom could have done it with me. I planted the large kitchen garden at the farm.

Larry did the difficult job the day before as he and the Mantis worked in the amendments until I had a gardener's dream of fine, rich, loose soil. Rain was in the forecast to spoil my plans, so I started that very evening, getting as much planted as possible before dark. The rain held off, and Mother's Day morning was cloudy, cool, and calm. Perfect for planting! It was a quiet, pleasant, and fulfilling job with only me and the serenading birds. I finished about 1:00 and it still hadn't rained! Later in the afternoon, Larry and I planted all the vine plants and sunflowers in a different location while working in a refreshing light mist. We finished. Sometimes plans do work out right. Let it rain!

As I planted the garden on such a perfect day, I felt so happy and full of hope. If only everyone could garden and enjoy it as much as I did. I'm experienced enough, though, to know that hope can be dashed with a late freeze, hail, insects or disease. There are occasions when one might wonder why we continue to do it year after year!

I have to leave my newly planted garden for three weeks and place my hope in good weather and a sprinkler set on a timer. Wow! A lot can go wrong. Then there are the weeds. Can you imagine how the weeds will sprout and grow in such a perfect environment in three weeks?

kitchen garden gate

Larry replaced the fence and gate of our 20x30 kitchen garden this spring. A surprised deer visited while I was planting and snorted displeasure of me invading her property.

So, what all did I plant? Well, Larry thinks I planted orange flags because I have them all over marking where one type of vegetable ends and another begins. If I tucked a radish or flower seed in anywhere, it has a flag. Leave it to me to pull out something I just planted thinking it a weed! Mustard greens are my experiment this year, and I'm curious to see if we like the flavor in our salads.

My hopes:

In the kitchen garden: green beans (climbing on the fence), carrots, beets, two kinds of kale, swiss chard, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, radishes, spinach, several types of lettuce, cucumbers, zinnias

In a second fenced in bed: cantaloupe, zucchini, butternut squash, acorn squash, sugar pie pumpkins, 1 jack-o-lantern pumpkin, sunflowers

In a third fenced in bed: potatoes, and we still need to plant sweet corn.

Then there are the dependable perennials to give us hope. It has been our best year for harvesting asparagus. The strawberries are blooming and the rhubarb is almost ready. Fruit is setting on in the orchards. The mulberry trees are leafing out. Gooseberries, Russian sage, mint, chives, and horseradish are growing. Next on our to do list is cleaning up the blackberry/raspberry bed.

Yes, it was a wonderful Mother's Day. Did I mention our children called and sent cards? I even received flowers! Have a happy day filled with hope.

Books and Breaking the Cycle

Mary ConleyDear friends,

Here is a sad statistic from Utah First Lady, Jeanette Herbert: “86 percent of all juvenile offenders have reading problems, and 60 percent of prison inmates are illiterate.”

I’m sure you have read about the importance of reading to a child. There are many statistics about how children who are read to have higher achievement and better self-esteem. Well, I wasn’t one of those to receive this help. It makes me sad to think that I didn’t have a single book as a small child, and have no remembrance of either parent reading to me or holding me and looking at a picture book. I even inquired of my older sisters-in-law if they remembered me having any books; they did not. 

My mother went through the 8th grade, and my father went part time through the 5th. They were hardworking farmers, and I have no resentment towards them for my lack of books and being read to. I often wonder how my mother had any time to give me attention or even keep me safe while she did all required of her back then. When I was older, she told me I could do anything I set my mind to. However, I often wonder how different I might be if I had had books and other important stimulation as a young child.

I never owned a book until a class friend, Connie Marsh, gave me one at my very first birthday party. I’m guessing I was in third or fourth grade. I still have it. So, when did I fall in love with reading? Well, in grade school, our teacher often read a continuing story aloud after the noon hour, and it was my favorite time of the day. It could be argued that she wasn’t actually teaching during that time, but we were given something very valuable — the love of books. Also, my mom started gathering with a few ladies on wintry Saturday nights at the small public library in our home town of Washta, Iowa. They mostly sat around knitting or crocheting, but one night she brought home one of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House” series. I was hooked.  

When I had children of my own, I had the time and opportunity to break the cycle. Not only did our young children benefit from my reading to them, but I often felt that I was reclaiming some of my own childhood. I have been so thankful to know that the privilege and appreciation of reading has been passed on. It has been a real blessing as I’ve watched our grandchildren not only be read to, but from such beautifully written and illustrated books.  

reading to children 

My daughter-in-law Krista reading to Charlie and Sophie at bedtime.

"You may have tangible wealth untold
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be.
I had a mother who read to me."
— Strickland Gillilan

I have a precious daughter, who on Mother’s Day and my birthdays, finds something for which to be thankful. This past birthday, Amy wrote about how thankful she was that I read to them as children and dragged them to the library. She mentioned how I read aloud to them in the car on vacations. She said that consequently a book is never far from her reach.  

Then, much to my surprise, our oldest son, Perry, who is a reading specialist at Boy’s Town, Nebraska, called and talked about what he was studying on the vicious cycle of young people not knowing how to read. Then he said he had mainly called because he wanted to thank me for reading to him as a child. It was something he had taken for granted — something he thought normal, but now realized differently. His call seemed quite a coincidence, and I told him about Amy’s message on my birthday card. He agreed with her, and then we reminisced about going to the library when he was little and then reading half of the allotted six books by nap time. As a parent, it is always good to be reminded that you did something right.

I’m going to leave you with an inspiration from one of my favorite poets:

"You’re never too old,
too wacky, too wild,
to pick up a book
and read to a child."
— Dr. Seuss

That Library Inside You

Mary ConleyDear friends, 

In my last post, “That Person Inside You,” I received several comments from people identifying with the matter of aging. Some were experiencing it, and some had parents who were. It was interesting to share our heartfelt concerns and emotions, and I decided to post a few more thoughts on the subject.

There is an African proverb that says, “When an old person dies, a library burns down.” That statement is so profound, I could have written just it, and sent in my post. But, I want to say that we are starting to relate, only ours is a very small library! When Larry and I bought our hobby farm, we never thought that in only seven short summers, we would be slowing down. We are now 73 and 74, and when I realized what is now happening to us, I made the comment that we have learned so many valuable skills and now we are just going to die, and what a shame!  

carpentry

Larry learning a new skill.

Those words have sometimes become our joke with each other after a new achievement. For example, Larry has been acquiring new carpentry skills. After each completion of a project, he will look at his accomplishment with pride, and I will say, “Look what you’ve learned, and now you’re just going to die! What a waste!”  (Not to mention all the tools purchased!) Some of you may think this is rather sick humor, but for us, it is reality. Not that we are necessarily going to die any time soon, but that our bodies won’t be able to continue the work. 

When I think on the above African proverb, it makes me wonder if “the whole library” really needs to burn down. Perhaps some of it can be saved or preserved by passing on what we have learned. It reminds me of the young couple who came out to the farm to salvage our junk pile. They loved our place and wished that they could have bought it. While giving them the tour and showing them what we’ve accomplished, I told them that we are constantly learning. The young man said, “Well, I know I learn something each time I talk to you.” I thought that was about the best compliment I had ever received.

I’m sure hoping that many of our personal “library books” won’t have to be burned because we’ve already lent them out. For instance, my husband has passed on his books on “How to Love Your Wife” to his boys, and “A Good Work Ethic.” Probably, we’ve lent out books on skills. I’m remembering getting two young neighbor girls and some granddaughters started on crocheting. I’m also thinking about us bloggers for Capper’s Farmer, Grit, and Mother Earth News. As one of my blogger friends told me, “We blog because we are passionate about what we do and want to pass on what we’ve learned.” Most likely, you’ve passed on many skills and words of wisdom to those around you. I just stopped my typing and thought extensively on those whose whole professions are about teaching. What a library passed on! Maybe we should all consider how many “books” we can lend out in our lifetime, or last few years, so they won’t all “burn down.” 

Or one can always lend out the book, “Caution” and use Catherine Aird’s quote: “If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning!”

 

That Person Inside You

Mary ConleyDear friends,

Many of you have probably read “An Old Lady’s Poem” that was found after nurses in a geriatric ward in Scotland went through a deceased woman’s possessions. It later went viral on the internet, and then someone wrote a similar “An Old Man’s Poem.” The idea of the poems is that when you look at an old person, you only see the cruel results of old age, but inside that shell lives the real person who had a meaningful life. 

I read that poem several years ago, and it changed the way I look at elderly people. I even find it rather intriguing to see someone in the nursing home and try to imagine them as a child or a teenager. It makes me feel a fondness toward them, and I want to ask them questions about their life.

 old lady

My mother lived to be almost ninety-seven, and had been old for so long that I felt it important to display photos  of various stages of her life at her funeral so others could remember the whole person. When we returned home I chose a few to put on our refrigerator. The image of her sitting in a wheel chair doing word search puzzles was fresh in my mind; I also wanted to remember the mother who raised me and the grandmother of our young children. 

Have you noticed that at a certain time in your own life, the real you remains the same age from then on while your body constantly changes? I think for me, I have stayed in my late forties and early fifties. It was a leveling off time after children, and I have continued being at that age while the mirror mocks me and reflects something dreadfully different. Yes, my body has betrayed me.

You may wonder what brought all this to mind. Well, I startled myself one night this week. We had gone to a boy’s basketball game at Boy’s Town where our son, Perry, teaches. It had a small town atmosphere and I really enjoyed the game. What caused me concern, though, was that I so wanted to go out on the floor and get hold of that basketball. I wanted to pass the ball, dribble, participate in a jump ball, and shoot a free throw. The images scrolling in my mind were of my high school team playing six-on-six Iowa girls’ basketball in our blue uniforms. Oh, the real me was a young teenager again and I had to tell this old white haired lady to stay seated. What a contrast of sheer joy and disappointment I felt. As Oscar Wilde said, “The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.” I don’t think I really understood that quote until now. 

This reminded me of two stories about my late father. The first was a scene in my parent’s house. Carpet had been installed in the upstairs bedrooms and we could hear our young children above us wrestling around on it. Dad, who was pretty much confined to his chair, said with a twinkle in his eyes, “I’d give anything to do that again!” 

Later, Dad spent his last three months in a nursing home since my eighty year old mother could no longer care for him. My brother told me that he and Dad were eating lunch in the cafeteria one day and another patient was babbling loudly not far away.  Dad nodded towards her and said that she was better off than the rest of them because she no longer had her mind. Oh, yes, the tragedy Oscar Wilde referred to: having a young mind stuck in that old body.

We all hope to leave this earth before we totally embarrass ourselves or make life difficult for those caring for us. Unfortunately, it won’t matter whether we have run our own household or a large company; we still won’t have much say in the matter. As Doris Day sang, “Que sera, sera. What ever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Que sera, sera.” 

In the meantime, we can enjoy life, make good memories, and hope we can remember them!  Happy aging!

 

 

 

Ant Sculptures, Fairy Gardens, and Ewok Villages

Mary ConleyA William Blake quote: "The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."

Dear friends,

This summer, a storm took down one of our large trees and while cleaning up the mess we discovered that it had been weakened by ants. To my delight, I also found some of their artwork! Below are photos of my favorite one, front and back.

Wood

Wood

I loved the piece and thought it straight out of Star Wars or books we used to read with the children.

I wanted to give it to our ten year old grandson, Charlie, as his parents have nurtured the out-of-doors in his life, but my selfish side also wanted to keep it. When I shared this with Larry, he said he thought there was another chunk of wood out in the pile that had similar designs. Sure enough, he was able to saw out two pieces for me, not quite as neat as the first, but interesting just the same. I have them displayed on the mantle at the farm, and yes, I gave the original to Charlie!

Ewok village

Charlie added it to his Ewok village.

My friend, Judy, told me that fairy houses and gardens are popular now, so I checked them out on the web. My creative side has been thinking about how to use my ant carvings and things around the house to build a little fairy garden this summer. Recently I saw several displayed at Earl May Nursery, but the many miniature pieces added up to quite a lot of money. Yes, I will have to be very creative!

Split wood

That old tree of ours provided more than just firewood, so remember, you never know what treasure you might find in a woodpile!

Using Your Material Stash to Make Hot Pads

Mary ConleyDear friends,

I had so much fun taking homemade gifts to my friends at Christmas luncheons this year, and I want to tell you about it.

Last December I posted about making hot pads out of old jeans for presents.

Potholders

You may want to go to this link for my tutorial as it seemed to be a hit.

This December, I also made hot pads for gifts. Twenty-one! And they cost me absolutely nothing but time. These were very easy since there is no bias tape around the edges, but more than that, they used up some of my stash of left-over material. I even finished emptying six spools of thread and some bobbins! How fun it was to put to good use what I thought my children would discover in the attic someday.

For this project you will definitely need a cutting board to cut five 8-inch squares for each hot pad, plus batting. I inherited a heavy flannel sheet blanket I used for batting, and cut three 8-inch squares for each one. (I’ve also used old sweat shirts in the past.) My math tells me that 8 X 21 is 168. Yes, I cut 168 squares during this busy season. My secret to this was to leave it all out, and cut a few here and there as I had a little time or needed a break from something else such as addressing Christmas cards. The cutting may have been time consuming, but the sewing couldn’t have been simpler. You just sew around the square and you are finished unless you want to top stitch after turning. I’m not going to do a tutorial, but give you the links below that I used.

Potholders

The above hot pads are topstitched after turning. The tutorials I watched used four different fabrics for the top, but I couldn’t find four in my stash that were pleasing to the eye, so I stuck with two varieties.

Pinwheel potholders

These hot pads have no topstitching. I was very excited when I found a small box of leftover Christmas fabric!

The tutorial for the diagonal design: Cutting Corners by Riley Blake.

After learning the technique from the above tutorial, I checked out this one to learn how to fold my pieces for the square design: Criss-Cross Coasters.

Note the cutting is the same for both, but the folding is different. You can make the squares any size you wish. The square tutorial made them small for a coaster.

Stack of potholders

This is a partial pile of my 21 hot pads. I had a problem of “favorites” so when choosing for my friends, I had my husband do it! I’m going to put two in each of my four “girls” bag of goodies for Christmas and tell them that they can trade if they wish.

I’ve never given a present before that I had so much fun making, cost me nothing, and emptied out part of a space in the attic! I’ll even have three left over for my kitchen unless I run into someone else to give them to! Happy sewing!