Lunga di Napoli Score

Today I processed one Lunga di Napoli squash because it had some nibbles that might have compromise long-term storage. It’s the largest of five, and it weighed in at 25 pounds 'n' 13 ounces.

So... there's 16 pints in the canner, 8 trays in the dehydrator, two quarts puréed, and another two quarts raw, for the oven tonight.

Not too shabby for one squash!

Peace. 🕊

Patience

We're perched on the rim of autumn's arrival in my part of the world, and my work table awaits me with projects, mending and repairs, art journaling, and some adulting to be addressed before November's arrival.  And even though November's arrival still feels a long way off, methinks we all know... tempus fugit. 

And it's because of that winged time that my focus points only to the gardens right now, on the harvests, and the preservations in progress. Today there's Lunga di Napoli, a winter squash, that needs harvesting so the curing may begin... there's harvested crabapples that need attention... autumn crops that need some love, and the daily garden harvests 'n' maintenance that go with growing 'n' preserving a lion's share of our food. 

It's work, no doubt, yet it is profound enJOYment and magical Medicine that nourishes 'n' sustains us in oh so many ways. Plus, I dig "shopping" in our pantries, in a far out way. 

So today, as my work table holds its pattern in this seasonal suspended animation, I'll be harvesting green beans for dinner as well as for the dehydrator... making crabapple juice... prepping tomatoes to dry, and bag for the freezer (for future purée), harvesting those winter squash, some amaranth, broom corn, various greens, summer squash, and more... and managing the seasonal lists for the days ahead. 

So for my creative friends participating in this week's What's on Your Workdesk? Wednesday, that's my deal... a work table in the waiting. And I do look forward to the days of opening a jar of homemade garden soup for a quick meal so I can catch up on those projects patiently waiting.

Peace. 🕊 

 

Sam the Cat

It's been forever since I've participated in a creative challenge. It's been forever since I've participated in any online art community. But I want to get back to it, because it's such a good Medicine, and so I shall. I need to be patient with myself, as this is a very busy time of year for us on our little acre, what with growing, harvesting, and preserving a lion's share of our own vegetable food. That said, I do journal in some way most every day, be it words, scribbles 'n' doodles, some thing… because creative expression is good Medicine.

I used to be a regular participant of Art Journal Journey, and it's been years - literal years - since I've engaged. Yet this month's theme inspired me to catch a sketch of Sam the Cat, sitting on a book, gazing out the window, while I sipped a cup of tea. After all, this month's theme is Books, Cats and Tea. 

So there it is: A baby step to return to the fab community of art journalers out there. It feels good. ::nods::

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Garden Canning Season

The garden canning season has officially begun on our little acre, with 8 quarts minestrone soup, and 4 quarts of beans in highly seasoned water. This is roughly 24 meals. And I say that’s not too shabby.

Next up will be stuffed pepper soup, and stuffed cabbage soup. And other stuff. But not today. Today we wait patiently for these jars to process. Tomorrow we’ll wash them, label them, and put them on the shelves.

I’m already looking forward to our fast slow food this winter.

I’m feeling very grateful.

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Tomato Bounty

 

Rain is in tomorrow’s forecast, so today is about getting out into the gardens to make sure harvests get harvested.

First, I have to get the harvested, fully ripened tomatoes into the dehydrator. Then, and only then will I have room for what’s to come.

I’m so grateful for this bounty. Bounty to share, bounty to enJOY in the moment, and bounty to nourish ‘n’ sustain us through the months ahead.

Peace. 🕊

A Liminal Ramble from the Full Moon Hedge

 

This past full Lughnasadh moon, the first of two full moons this August, has expressed a pronounced yet gentle verve to me.

One of my habitual moon rituals is, at the full moon, to assess all that's in my moon cauldron and to engage the days of waning moon to empty these holy bits so that by the new moon the cauldron is void, empty of holy bits, so that I may choose what to add to explore during the waxing phase. 

So now, as we move beyond this brilliant full moon, it would be time for me to start emptying my moon cauldron in preparation for the upcoming new moon. Make sense? I sometimes wonder if it does. ::nods:: But that's beside the point. You see, this full moon handed me a word, and that word in Linger.

Linger.

I don't know what it means, but I do know that when Luna offers a gift, I accept it. I'll embrace it until such time I'm able - and willing - to acknowledge and honor what I discover as I unwrap and explore the contents of this gift.

Even in my befuddlement I feel how this word, this gift - Linger - resonates within and around me. It feels moored to another word that has been holding my conscious awareness, and driving my recent work - Liminality. This recent work, and the word itself, is inspired by the book Living Resistance, by Kaitlin B. Curtice (a read I most definitely recommend). This work with liminality has been going on for a while, and is anchored somewhere in early 2022, before I read the book, and when I returned to Hedge work, as I call it... working in and with those spaces between spaces. 

Linger. Liminality. Hedge.

So here I am, pondering the intersection of these web threads that are holding me, pronounced yet gentle. Swaying in their embrace as I prepare to pass through the gate of 65/11/2 in October. There's nuance here, yet I can feel the tug to leave that unexpressed for now, and let it linger.

So here I rest - for today - swaying with the swing, pronounced yet gentle, as I Linger.

Linger.

Peace. 🕊

Lughnasadh Blessings

 

August kicks off - in my realm - with sunshine, good air quality, unusual tempered temperatures, and a good dose of righteous indignation. And being a backyard farmer with some Irish in me, this holy time of Lughnasadh holds a special place in my life and in my heart. 

Of course, any event that honors the earth, our divine Mother, my beloved Nona Gaia, her abundance 'n' generosity, is an event that I'll embrace with a madness. Such earth-centered holy days act to ground - and ground again 'n' again - my dedication to nurturing the living rituals that are part of my daily living. Rituals that nourish and sustain life. All life. Thus, that righteous indignation (but that's yet another rant for yet another day, gods willing ::knock wood::). 

Righteous indignation aside, today I'll be harvesting green beans, zucchini, kale, collards, beets, maybe another cabbage, french fingerlings, peppers, green onions, the first couple of ripe tomatoes, and possibly a few carrots... parsley, dill, cilantro, summer savory, Mexican mint, calendula, mullein, monarda, yarrow, other botanicals, and - yep - sweet, sweet basil. 

Not to mention echinacea, wild carrot, zinneas, and other blossoms to add color 'n' verve to our day, and days. 

What color 'n' verve are you harvesting this holy day, this season, this life that nourish and sustain? What prayers do you live? 

What prayers do you live?

Peace. 🕊

Good Hydration for Every Season

We have an unusual cool spell upon us in my little realm of the world. I will welcome the springlike temps projected for the coming week, as they offer odd refreshment to the recent days of more typical summer heat and humidity. 

A friend recently said that I was "wired for this weather," meaning the summer heat, and in a way she may be right. I grew up just south of the so-called Mason Dixon line, in southern Delaware, where heat and humidity consumed the months from spring to autumn. I learned from old-timers there that work was for the morning 'n' evening hours, while rest in shade was for mid-day. This pattern holds wisdom that is reflected in most life, a reflection we'd be wise to reclaim from the insidious 'n' unsustainable systems that consume us. But, that's a rant for another day. 

In 2005 I posted a blog entry expressing the heat of a late July day. I wrote: 

"I worked up a sweat just taking the dog out to tend to his business. So, we’re talkin’ stroll... stand... stroll... back indoors to drink a big glass home-brew mineral water. What might that be, you ask? Well, it changes from day to day, but at the moment, it's a strong infusion of nettles and oatstraw, strained and diluted in more water with a sprinkle of sea salt. You can squeeze a bit of lemon in that too, if you like."

But the heart of that entry was sharing a blend that had been shared with me by Jenny Fairservis MSOM L.Ac.. It's a blend I return to often, and one I've shared with folx for decades now.

Electrolyte and Muscle Relaxing Drink
1 Tablespoon raw local Honey 
1 dash to 1 teaspoon of raw Apple Cider Vinegar 
1 pinch of Sea Salt 
1 tea cup to 12oz. of Warm Water 

Mix honey, salt and vinegar in the bottom of the cup then add warm water and stir until the honey has dissolved. This should taste good, the amount of vinegar is up to you. 

During summer's extreme heat I'll sometimes make a an 8 ounce base of the honey, vinegar, and salt mixture so I can simply add a tablespoon to a class of water, shake/stir, and get back to the work or rest rhythm of my day.

So now I document this here, for you, and for me. So whatever the weather, do your best to stay hydrated, and if it's hot, cool yourself down with a cool, damp cloth wrapped behind the neck as you sip this, or some other nourishing 'n' sustaining beverage. 

A version of this entry was originally posted July 30, 2005 on whatever venue I was using at the time.

Peace. 🕊