Moving On Up

The kids moved the chicks from their brooder/tractor into the big girl yard.  They were thrilled!  And a little intimidated.  Those big hens and roosters and turkeys can be a bit much when you're only six inches tall.  It was like watching preschoolers walk onto a middle-school playground during lunch recess.  Cedar and Sequoia made sure that they were safe though.  They got the heat lamp all set up for the babes and showed them repeatedly where the food and water is located in their new diggs.  They happily ran all over the place all afternoon and evening, occasionally getting herded around by a rooster.  They were so overjoyed with all the new space, in fact, that they didn't want to go into the coop to roost once it started getting dark out.  Steve had to go out and shuffle the little feather balls into the coop and under the heat lamp.  They are all resting there peacefully now.

Things are continuing to spring on ahead here despite the very wet and cold weather we are having.  Last week was gorgeous.  Lots of sunshine and blue sky.  However, now we are back to the typical temperate rainforest springtime weather.  Sunny weather does not usually settle in here until about the last week in June or first week of July.  Until then, one can count on cool with a chance of rain just about every day.  Yesterday we got an amazing rainbow out of the deal though.  It was a rainbow just like this one that made me first fall in love with this little piece of land six years ago....

More homestead goodness...

the kids moved compost to their spiral garden

sowing seeds

transplanting herbs - this echinacea will be happy here, I think

hello Bloody Dock

forget-me-not

red flowering currant - a favorite native

asian pear blossoms opening

oh, how I wish I could eat these guys!
not for another year...

And, wow!  I can't wait to harvest these guys as well!

first morels of the season in our garden

Sequoia found them while hunting for slugs!

Steve had to go to Seattle yesterday to speak in front of the National Organic Standards Board.  He was making a plea for stronger rules on truth in labeling regarding organic vs non-organic products.  The kids and I decided to tag along and make a day of it in the city.  We spent the afternoon at the Seattle Aquarium with Grandma Linda.  I forgot my camera in the car, so not too many good photos to share.  I will, however, share this one with you because I am totally smitten.

Meet Barney.  He is a Northern Fur Seal who is 26 years old and is so used to working with his humans that he gets his teeth brushed with an electric toothbrush every day.  His playmate "Q", was also very sweet, but very shy.  But not Barney.  He and I made eyes at each other for a long time.  The kids literally had to drag me away from Barney.  I'll say it again... I was totally smitten.

Oh, What a Weekend!

Wow, the last three days have been so jam packed, each day very different from the one before.  The weekend has left me exhausted, sore, sunburnt and oh so very happy.  Grab a cup of your favorite steamy beverage while I grab mine, snuggle in, and I'll tell you all about it.

Friday we hit the mountain.  They had gotten six inches of fresh powder the night before and it was still snowing strong when we got there.  Being a weekday in mid-April, there was hardly anyone there.  A powder day on an empty mountain!  Who can ask for more?  I suppose the one thing I might have asked for was for nice light powder.  Spring skiing and all, is was more peanut butter.  Up at the top of the mountain where we spent the whole day, it was cold enough that the snow stayed pretty nice.  Heavy and slow, but still pleasant nonetheless.  And oh, was it tiring!

yahoo!!!

For folks who do not snowboard or ski, riding heavy snow is truly like riding in peanut butter.  Imagine you are on some human powered vehicle - perhaps a bike or a skateboard or whatever - going downhill pretty fast and your wheels hit a big patch of thick, sticky peanut butter.  Yup, you guessed it.  Your mode of transport stops and your body keeps going with the momentum.  Needless to say, the day was filled with a lot of falling and laughing.  One header after another.  By the time I got to the bottom of the mountain at the end of the day, I was so tired and so sore, in the best way.  Hot cocoa never tasted so good!

On the way home, we had a little surprise detour planned for the kids.  We hopped off the highway, cruised some rural backroads and made our way to the Ritter Family farm.  We were met in the driveway by ten-year-old Quincy who greeted us kindly and lead us into the barn.  There, on the barn floor, was a big brooder full of peeping chicks.  The kids each got to pick out one White Leghorn to add to our little flock of chicks.

We've never raised White Leghorns before, but Steve and I had decided earlier in the spring that it would be fun to add a few white egg layers to the bunch.  Up until now, we've raise brown and blue egg layers.  We have one Polish who lays the occasional tiny white egg, but not enough to really spice up a dozen.

meet Starlight - our crazy Polish hen

The people who buy eggs from us love getting colorful dozens.  We figured that white eggs are no longer boring when mixed in with all shades of brown, pink, blue and green.  It only makes the dozen prettier!  (Am I the only person who looks at a basket full of eggs and thinks pure beauty while my breath catches slightly and my heart skips a beat?)  Welcome little ones.  We hope you like it here on the homestead!

OK, on to Saturday....  Steve summed the day up nicely when he told his brother that we spent the day moving thousands and thousands of pounds by hand.

We needed a load of aged manure delivered.  We were down to dregs of last year's pile and our hungry little homestead is crying for more.  It seems simple enough... call the guys down the road who we get great, rich, year-old organic cow manure from and ask them to bring on up the dump truck.  Ha!  The two cords of firewood that were still yet to be stacked were piled high right where the manure needed to be dropped.  So, Steve and I got cracking as early as our ski-battered bodies would allow on the project of splitting and stacking two cords of oak.  Luckily, we had been chipping away at in little 20 minute spurts throughout the week, so it was down to more like one and a quarter cords by the time we got to it Saturday morning.  We split and we stacked, and we split and we stacked.... until every last piece was neatly and tightly arranged in the woodshed.

I have learned that I have a talent I never knew about.  Apparently I am quite the wood stacker.  No wobbly uneven rows here.  No way.  Each piece fits like a key.  At one point early afternoon, Steve stopped short and gave me a quizzical look.  "What?" I ask, arms burning and covered in bark and dirt.  "Were you a Jenga champion before we met?" he asks.  It's funny, in all the years of dressing up like a business woman and playing "office" as a kid, I never thought in a million years that I would blush like a schoolgirl at a compliment regarding my wood-stacking skills.  But, there I was, bright pink, heart fluttering and grinning like a fool!  Oh, how times change.  It's so interesting discovering who we really are.

Once the wood was all tucked away, we then had to move what was left of last year's manure so it wouldn't get lost at the bottom of the pile again.  By, now it was getting very close to our scheduled two o'clock delivery, so Steve and I were frantically running wheelbarrow loads back and forth from the dump zone to the gardens.  We had just filled the barrow with its final load and dragged the tarp on which we have hundreds of raspberry canes heeled into soil to the side when the dump truck came rumbling into the driveway.  We got to see the drive clean and empty for all of a minute and half before a new mountain of steamy, wormy, fertile composted manure took over once again.  There wasn't even time to snap a photo to prove that it can actually clean up around here.  But hey, that's farm livin'.  And I couldn't be happier about it.

the raspberry clump

So, by the time the truck left, it was about 3:00 in the afternoon.  The kids had been great sports all day, preparing their own breakfast and lunch and playing happily together while Steve and I worked.  We decided to ride that wave of productivity and content, self-suffiient kids clear into the evening.  The plan was to simply clean out the chicken coop a bit and put down new straw.  Again, I say, "Ha!"  The next thing I knew, there Steve and I were completely tearing down and rebuilding the entire chicken yard.  There were fence posts everywhere, chicken wire strewn across the yard and chickens running amok and underfoot as we planned out what we were going to do next to fix this mess we had gotten ourselves into!

A few hours later, as the last light of the day was fading away, we stood ankle deep in fresh clean straw, very proud, content and tired in our remodeled chicken yard while the ladies settled themselves on their roosts for the night.  There was a sense of accomplishment and peace that I just can't find words to explain.  Every sweet, soft, contented coo that the ladies uttered as they fluffed out their feathers and nestled in among their flock echoed perfectly the deep feeling of aliveness, gratification and serenity radiating from my heart at that moment.

We lit a small bonfire and watched the moon rise and found the perfect end to an exhausting and wonderful day.

- happy birds in their new yard -
- where you see straw is just part of it -
- it extends far back into the woods behind the coops -

Now, if you think that's the end, think again!  That was only Saturday.  Now for Sunday....  Did you know you were embarking on a short book here today?

Steve's brother, Richard, was working up here in Washington last week and came down with another friend from Seattle to spend the day with us!  The morning kicked off with a delicious breakfast and mimosas at a great restaurant in town followed by a sunny walk to the farmer's market.  You just know it's going to be a good day when it starts out like that!  Eventually we made our way back here to the hill where we enjoyed a fabulous afternoon of jumping on the trampoline, swinging from the huge maple tree, cuddling adorable chicks, snacking profusely, planting seeds and starts, and generally laughing ourselves silly while having a great time.  Richard, Erin, Cedar and Sequoia also helped us put new greenhouse plastic on our hoop house.  And, the sun was shining the whole time!

The hoop house at sunrise this morning!
Despite the six wing-nuts working to put the plastic on, we were short a few when bolting the sheeting into place.
That's why you see that floppy edge on the bottom right.
We'll get some more hardware this week and get it all fixed up!

We also need to build the doors, but that shouldn't take too long.

Eventually, it did decide to cool off tremendously and rain for a while, so our party moved inside.  Soon after, I found myself nestled in by the woodstove knitting away on my sweater while everyone chatted happily making friendship bracelets together.  Seriously, can a weekend get any better?  David, our land-mate joined us for dinner and the night carried on in the same fashion as the day... gut-busting laughter, good food, and great company.

And, now, here I find myself.... The is sun shining through the window calling me outside for another day in this sweet little life I've chosen.  Can't wait to see what happens today!

almond blossoms at sunrise

early morning fog rising off the sound

World's greatest watchdog, sleeping on the job....

hazel fence - a work in progress

Handsome rooster "Junior" 

a face only a mother could love 

blue sky through the giant Big Leaf Maple that towers over our house
I've started calling her "Home-tree"

Spring!

Asian Pear blossoms about ready to burst!

frost melts in the morning sun on new little shoots

I hope you had a great weekend, too, wherever you call home.

Going Rogue

Ok... so my animals have turned on me and they are going rogue.  Remember the other day when I showed you the lovely sheet mulching in the garden using the chicken bedding/manure?  Well, the ladies are apparently trying to take it back!  I'm serious!  Each day, a few mischievous hens make a break for it and sneak their way into the garden to scratch the daylights out of those lovely beds.  Mulching scattered everywhere... everywhere that is except for where it's supposed to be!  Come on ladies, just let it go.  I want your straw and poop now.

This afternoon, I'm squatting in the raspberries (again) clearing a spot to transplant some new shoots and my dog strolls by.  He skirts past me and cruises right into the main veggie garden, where he knows he's not allowed.  I tell him to vamoose... "Out!" I say.  He casually glances over his shoulder at me as he continues his jaunt into the garden.  "Out of the garden!" I holler again.  One more dismissive glance tells me, basically, "Whatever lady."  He then trots into the hoop house, takes one more look at me, turns his back end in my general direction, and drops a dog bomb!  I kid you not!  The ultimate in the world of doggie defiance, a canine coup if you will.  Why do these animals thwart me?

Animal antics aside, my day was great!  Actually, both yesterday and today were wonderful.   Believe it or not folks, the sun actually came out!  Wahoo!  I love the sun.

Yesterday involved a spur-of-the-moment scavenger hunt.  I made and hid clever little clues all over the homestead for the kids to find, each one leading to the next.  They loved it and had a blast.  I adore sweaty, rosy-faced, happy kids.  I really do.  Here are a couple of yesterday's clues.  Leave me a comment with your best guess.

1) "You can call me Spotty.  You can call me Dotty.  But now I need to use the outdoor _______."

2) "They are so delicious and sweet,
      they makes me wiggle my feet.
      I begin to dance me a jig
      whenever I eats me a _____!"

Where would you look?

Here are some photos from today around here.  Enjoy!

happy raspberries
tomorrow they get a thick layer of maple chips mixed with mushroom spawn

rhubarb

Comfrey so determined to grow that it actually busted through the sheet mulching cardboard

Healthy comfrey that we love - a wonderful garden and compost helper

Hyacinth opening and smelling so sweet!

the new path I've been working on in the kids' spiral garden

the same path on the other side of the maple - plus bleeding heart!

gooseberries busting out of dormancy!

the bees are flying

fiddleheads!

the alder grove that will soon become a new garden

another path I've been working on leading to the orchard cottage
it'll be an office & craft space once completed

yet another path in progress - leading to the sauna
I love having huge chip piles ready for use!
just beyond the trees behind the sauna is where the new sheep pasture will be going

the babes are growing up!
they are enjoying their new tractor until they're ready to join the big birds

As you can see, spring is definitely in the air and there are lots of reminders everywhere.  I can't wait to get back out there again tomorrow....  Have a great weekend!

Yay Spring!

Today was beautiful!  The first nice day we've had in several weeks.  Oh, it felt so good to see blue sky and feel sun on my face.

The kids and I took full advantage.  We went for a nice long walk through the woods to the beach and picked baskets full of spring nettles.  Hooray for nettles!  They are so delicious and nourishing, especially after a long, dark winter.

Sequoia decided the easiest way to carry her basket was on her head.

Ducks and loons riding the current as the tide went out.

Filling baskets.
You can see from Sequoia's goggle face that winter still isn't quite over yet... yesterday was great on the mountain!  

Sunlight!

Throughout our walk we discussed, among many other things, what all we might make with our succulent harvest.  Cedar is strongly in favor of nettle raviolis.  Last spring, while Steve's mom and her husband, Lou, were visiting from New York, we made several hundred nettle raviolis.  Our kitchen became rav central with people at every station- some mixing dough, some mixing the stuffing, rolling out dough, stuffing, folding, cutting, and the kids whipping up the most amazing "scrapiolis" from the dough scraps you could ever imagine.  It was heaven.  Somehow, I'm pretty sure Cedar will get his ravioli wish come true again this year.  Now, if we could just magically whisk the grandparents in from the east coast....

With my recently discovered gluten intolerance, I must insist that raviolis be just one of the nettle delicacies we indulge in this year.  Lucky for me, we harvested plenty.

Bounty!

mmmmmmm.....

Gotta watch out for those hairs/spines!

Such a beautiful plant.

I have several spots still tingling from hours ago.... love it!

Can you tell I look forward to nettle season all year?  It's so fleeting and so amazing.

Believe it or not, there are many other signs of spring around the homestead as well.  Signs that are making my fingers itch to do more than inside chores, knitting and tickling the computer keys.  These tingly fingers are digging back into the soil!  Today, after our nettle walk, the kids did math and spelling while I made lunch, then back outside we went.  I got to spend the rest of the afternoon hauling chicken poop... heaven.  Seriously.  It was fantastic!  I got two beds in the main veggie garden covered with wet cardboard, then mulched with this winter's partially composted straw and chicken manure.  Soon, more layers of fully composted material go on top until the beds are ready for planting.  It felt so good to move load after load from the chicken yard to the garden.  My body is ready to wake up after a long winter's nap.

One of the beds I worked on today.

I was so blissed out moving poop and building beds that I lost track of time.  I grabbed Q (Sequoia) in a hurry and zipped off to gymnastics.  Only when I sat down in the bleachers among the other smartly dressed parents chatting about their neighborhood association did I realize that maybe other people don't have the same deep love and appreciation for my chickens' fabulous fecal fertilizer as I do.  I discreetly shifted a little further down the bleachers and hung my fertility clad boots over the far edge.

Umm.... moving right along.

 More spring springing forth:

The raspberries are bursting from the canes.

Egg production is increasing.

The house is full of peeping.

And they are so cute.

So cute indeed.  We can't keep our hands off them, or them off our hands!

And, as for Napali junior... you remember, the November chick... well, she turned out to be a he.  And he has just started his adolescent crowing.  Hmmm, how lovely.  However frustrating, we are all so smitten after our winter together by the woodstove, he'll be sticking around as part of the clan.  Say hello to this handsome young man.

Napali Jr. and some of the ladies working in the garden.

I hope that wherever you are, spring is popping up all around you!