Turtle 911 (or The Pitchfork Wielding Granny)

 After a dry spell, we got a very welcome rain today.  I spent the afternoon out in the garden planting sweet potato slips and getting bean beds ready.  The saturated soil was perfect for weed-pulling so I took care of weeding a largish bed that I hadn't mulched yet this year.  By the time I came in the house late this afternoon, I was stiff from bending and heavy lifting, very tired and caked with mud.  After a soak in a hot bath, I decided I could legitimately put on my nightgown and housecoat as I wouldn't be going outside again today.  I had started making dinner when my phone rang.

"Mom, there's a big turtle in the road and I'm afraid it will get run over if I leave it there.  I was going to move it but I think it's a snapping turtle and I'm scared of it!  What do I do?"  This was daughter Anne on her way home from work at the gym.  She and the turtle were just a few yards away from an intersection with a busy highway and at that time of day there are quite a few cars turning on our road.  She was right to think that turtle was doomed unless it moved quickly and was somehow brought to safety.

"I'll be there in less than 10 minutes.  See if you can park your car to protect the turtle."  Without stopping to dress (I was fully dressed, just a bit unorthodoxly), I grabbed a long-handled pitchfork from the garden tools, hopped in the car and headed down the road.  I didn't meet any cars on my way there and was glad to see both Anne and the turtle were safe when I pulled up.

Headed for danger

The turtle was near a creek and was obviously just trying to get to the creek on the other side (but why via the road instead of going under the road through the culvert?  Turtle minds are a mystery).  Of course, the minute I got out of the car and was ready to begin action, cars started turning onto the road.  No one stopped to ask what in the world was going on but I'm sure they wondered at an older woman wearing her housecoat and wielding a pitchfork in the middle of the road!

I was able to get the pitchfork carefully under the turtle and gently lift it and carry it to the other side of the road.  There is a steep ditch there so I had to walk it a little way to where I could set it down safely but still close enough to the creek so that the turtle will hopefully get him/herself back to the water and safety.  Mission accomplished.  It wasn't the largest snapping turtle I've ever seen but it was probably about 12-15 lbs.  I'm sure the turtle was somewhat traumatized by being carried but certainly not as traumatized as it would be if a pickup ran over it.

Now for a gentle let-down

Safe in a bed of grass

In all my years in the country I have rescued quite a few turtles from imminent doom on the road.  I've had to get creative when I didn't have the pitchfork handy.  Sometimes it's been a softshell turtle, sometimes a box turtle, sometimes a painted turtle.  Those are all far easier to rescue because they are harmless.  I have great respect for snapping turtles and their ability to lunge and snap, especially on land where they feel threatened.  Anne was right to exercise caution with this one.  We've had many snapping turtles here in our own creek behind the barn and sometimes I've removed them (hence my experience wielding the pitchfork to lift and carry) and relocated them because kids play in the creek.  Snapping turtles won't attack unless they are threatened but still...a child stepping on or near them might be perceived as a threat.

Snapping turtles are amazing creatures that can live to 100 years or more.  They are holdovers from prehistoric times.  Hopefully this one will live long and prosper.  And stay off the road!

New Life for Old Woolens

 We've been in isolation over Christmas due to Covid exposure.  It was definitely a different celebration and the first time in forty years that Pete and I were totally alone for Christmas.  We survived and thankfully no symptoms of virus so we have a lot to be thankful for.

One of the advantages of the down time was having leisure to tackle a few projects that have been on my list for a long time.  I finished the border of a hooked rug which had been done for several months.  Binding a curvy edge presented a few potential problems but when I actually got down to brass tacks and started it, it really wasn't that hard.

I liked the color combination on this pattern and even though I'm not a huge fan of poinsettias per se, it does make a nice bright winter mat for the dining table.

When you have a passion for wool, things do accumulate and woolen sweaters is one of the things I can't stand to donate.  I saw the idea for making mittens out of felted wool sweaters several years ago and finally got around to trying them myself.  They are fleece lined and man, are they ever WARM!  They are simple to make.  Making four pairs was enough to satisfy my desire to make them but sadly not enough to use up all the felted sweaters!  I sometimes feel I'm enslaved by all the scraps my fiber projects generate.  Having raised sheep, and having washed and spun their wool I have a real appreciation for all that goes into making something out of wool and can't stand to waste any of it.  

One other scrap wool project was making ornaments.  These were fun to stitch while watching a Christmas movie.

I have a bin of wool scraps next to the sofa, ready for transformation into something new.  And it's time to get my next hooked rug started.  Winter is definitely the time to be working with all that lovely wool!

Mysteries of God (and dogs)

 It was a year ago September that we had the huge flood that changed life here on the farm.  At the height of the flood we had to move sheep and dogs to the upper story of the barn and the difficulties of getting them back down (without injury to us or them) made us realize that at our age and with our physical limitations it was time to downsize the farm population.  We found homes for the sheep and eventually, in October 2019, we took the two Great Pyrenees dogs to a wonderful sheep farm in Wisconsin and their new owner, Heidi.  End of story.  Or so we thought.

Last spring I started getting calls from Wisconsin notifying us that the dogs had begun escaping from their idyllic pastures and going roaming.  This, of course, was worrying for all of us.  Eventually, it got so bad that Heidi relinquished Badgie (the instigator of all the escapes) to a Pyrenees rescue person in northern Wisconsin.  This person (Carol) said that Badgie's best future was to become a house dog and to that end she began working with him.  

Today I received a call from Heidi.  She thought I might be interested to hear about the dogs and "the rest of the story", as Paul Harvey used to say.  I certainly was interested, especially after she started the story!

After several months of being in "house dog training" with Carol, Badgie was placed with a family who has an autistic daughter.  The child was totally nonverbal and wouldn't participate in any family activities, living very isolated.  The family had had a dog before and although the little girl hadn't related to it at all, they missed having a house dog and were open to having a BIG one.  One day this fall Carol delivered Badgie to the family and stayed to see how things would go.

At their arrival, the little girl immediately went into the backyard to get away from the new person and big new dog.  Badgie did his initial sniff-and-snoop around the new house but then went into the back yard and laid down near the little girl.  Not liking his nearness, the little girl inched away from him.  Badgie inched closer to her.  She inched away.  Badgie inched closer.  She inched away.  He inched closer.  After this happened about 5 times, instead of inching away the little girl reached out and touched him.  Apparently, that one touch was all it took for a bond to form between the two and since that time, they have been inseparable.  That in itself is remarkable but there were even bigger changes as a result of the bond.  The little girl has started talking and as long as Badger is with her, she will talk to people.  No dog, no talking.  She will also participate in family activities like watching movies together, as long as Badgie is with her.  

God's paths are certainly convoluted!  Pete and I drove down to Missouri to pick up the dogs as puppies.  They spent a couple years here in Illinois but then it was clearly time for them to go to southern Wisconsin.  They spent 6 months there before it was clearly time for Badger to find a new home.  Several more months with Carol in northern Wisconsin and then FINALLY, like a key fitting a lock, Badger's purpose in life as a therapy dog for this autistic little girl was realized.  The two of them belong together and I am amazed at what God did to bring them together at the right time.  The Great Flood of September 2019 was truly a watershed moment in God's plan.  To us it had seemed like a failure of our plans but we couldn't see what God was doing.

As for Bilbo, he continued happily as sole guardian dog for Heidi and her sheep and didn't miss Badgie at all.  This fall, however, he too began Houdini-like escapes and once again, Carol has stepped in to retrain him (she was thrilled to get Badgie's brother!) as a potential house dog/therapy dog.  We wonder what God will do with Bilbo.

We are so thankful for people who care about these dogs and are able to rehome them to wonderful homes.  It is also a lesson to us about how hard circumstances can lead to great outcomes and a reminder that we often have NO clue what acts of redemption God might be about to perform.  We are also amazed at the ability of a dog to change the brain of a child.  That too, is a testimony of God's work in orchestrating His creation to bless and serve each other.  

Summer eating from the garden

Having been more or less in lockdown for these months I have to honestly say I am heartily sick of cooking.  Or maybe I should say I'm sick of my OWN cooking.  But since Pete doesn't cook, it's my own or nothing.  The one saving grace has been all the fresh produce from the garden.  Here are a few recipes I've tried this summer that are keepers.

Fresh tomato tart.  This is from the Midwest Living website and so simple.  Made with meaty heirloom tomatoes and lots of basil fresh from the garden it is just delicious.  I like to use the less juicy Amish paste or Brad's atomic tomatoes but Cherokee Purple would knock the flavor out of the park, too.  The only tweak I might try next time I make it is to crumble some bacon in it.  We eat a pretty clean "whole-foods-plant-based diet" but when summer comes with the heirloom tomato riches I can tell you...we eat bacon with those tomatoes!  Served with fresh sweet corn, this is summer eating at its best.  

Panzanella.  I use Ina Garten's recipe from the Food Network website.  The only changes I made are leaving out the capers (none on hand) and using green peppers from the garden instead of the red and orange ones the recipe calls for.  The vinaigrette that goes with this recipe is perfect and you might just find yourself tipping the bowl for the last delicious drops.  This uses heirloom tomatoes, basil, cucumbers, peppers and onions from the garden and makes a wonderful summer supper.  Cherokee purple and Costoluto Genovese were my tomato picks for this dish.  The chunky fried bread cubes soak up the juices.  Yum.

Probably the most unusual recipe I've tried this summer is baked cucumbers.  I have never eaten a cucumber except RAW in my entire life but I read this recipe a few years back in Gladys Taber's Stillmeadow Cookbook and thought I wanted to try it once before I die.  We have some unusual white cucumbers (McNeely's White) in the garden this year and they are delicious cukes.  They are short and stout and I thought they'd be perfect for stuffing.  Cut the cukes in half and scrape the seeds from the center with a spoon.  Set them on a rack in a pan and steam them over water until just slightly tender.  Remove and stuff the centers with whatever you like - I used seasoned cornbread stuffing.  Top with cheese and bake until heated through.  Pete and I both approached them rather cautiously but were digging in with gusto after that first tentative bite.  He carefully removed the skin while eating his, I just cut it up and ate it all (kind of the same way we each approach a baked potato!).  

I also have discovered the joys of blistered green beans!  I don't think I have a photo of these but they are soooo good.  I stir-fry the fresh green beans in a large frying pan, using no oil.  They will blister and scorch slightly.  Maybe a drop or two of balsamic vinegar or soy sauce at this point but not enough to wet them too much.  Throw in some french-fried onions and stir them well with the beans and that's all there is to it.  The heat and blistering brings out great flavor in the beans.   The beans below got preserved by canning but there are plenty more where these came from!

The farm in August

August always seems a bit overwhelming here on the farm.  The garden is producing vegetables by the basket and bucket full.  The weeds that I've been keeping up with all summer have suddenly kicked into high gear and become difficult to pull out with their thick stems, while at the same time putting out a huge crop of seeds, ready to propagate themselves for the future.  The old gardener's adage, "One year's seeding makes seven years' weeding" runs through my mind as I try to get them pulled and onto the burn pile before they drop their seeds.  All of nature seems to know winter is coming and throwing its last energy into survival.  

The bees in the hive are harvesting nectar at all the blossoms around the farm and I need to check the honey levels in the supers.  I could take honey off any time now and harvest but that's another job that I tend to procrastinate at, knowing it's a big job and an even bigger mess.  Although the sense of accomplishment is enormous, too.  I may have lost a swarm in July that went to a neighbor's farm and have settled themselves into one of his old abandoned buildings.  He'd love me to come and fetch them back but I know that wouldn't be an easy task.  I told him to wait until spring - "a swarm in July isn't worth a fly" is a true adage, the hive probably not having enough time to build up enough reserves for the winter.  If they make it through the winter I will re-think trying to rehome them.

The creek water is drying up and the crawdads have dug themselves down into the mud, leaving these funny little mud chimneys all over.

Summer's bounty has been enjoyed in fresh tomato tart and baked cucumbers.

The sunflowers are tall and bright next to all the barns.

The butterflies are multiplying, too!

Year in Review: Fiber Arts

I started this hooked piece of hares dancing in the moonlight in January.  I didn't do a lot of rug hooking this year but I did finish it in December!

 The hares are dancing in joy over the nativity.  I hope that's not sacrilege.  Or heresy.  

I took four classes at Esther's Place Fibers in Big Rock, IL this year.  One of them was making a wet felted wool cat cave.  It was hard physical labor but worth it in the end.  Whit likes his cave.  He hides there when the littlest grandson visits.  This huge ball of wool roving is what you start with.

This is the hard work part.  And man, what a mess.

Arm muscles are definitely required to roll it over and over in all directions.  This is to felt the fibers together.  

Nearing completion.  Still doesn't look like much!

The finished and occupied product.  

Second class of the year was a needle felted rabbit.  This was really fun.

Working in the garden and yard I am always losing my cell phone and never have pockets to hold seed packets, string, scissors, pruners, etc.  I cut up an old shirt of Pete's and added pockets with buttons so I can keep things from falling out and keep it all NEAR ME.  It won't win any fashion awards but it sure did solve some problems!

I made a second one for Becca.

This is a pincushion and thread catcher I made for a friend.  It was a really fun project once I got the hang of it.

My third class at Esther's Place was learning to knit this bee skep tea cozy.  I enjoy knitting but it's so long between projects that it's good to have a class or project to motivate me again.  I needle felted the bees to decorate it.

My fourth and final class at Esther's Place was this wet felted wool scarf with winter night in the woods motif.  I loved this class!

Goodness, that doesn't seem like much to show for the year.  But I have plans for next year and am having fun thinking about what to tackle next.  Sewing, knitting, rug hooking, felting.  I love them all. 

Year in Review, Part 2 - Adventures

Right now we're looking forward to Christmas and the quiet week between the year.  Winter usually brings some peaceful days at the start of the new year, too.  Time to reflect on the past year, think about plans and pray for wisdom for the year ahead.  As we get older we recognize the need to steward our strength and invest well in those we love.  Here's a quick recap of some of the things we invested in this past year and the adventures we had.

Three times a week we are at the gym for Rock Steady boxing with our Silver Gloves class.

Sheep-shearing definitely qualifies as an adventure!

We built 11 raised garden beds for our daughter at her new home.  She had an amazing garden this year but getting those beds filled with soil was NO JOKE!

Pete and I attended an apple grafting workshop at Seed Savers Exchange in Decorah, Iowa.  We grafted 6 heirloom trees there and then 5 more when we got home with our new skills.  We had a good success rate and are getting the old orchard repopulated.

We had the annual Easter Egg hunt on the farm for the grandsons.

It was Joshie's first egg hunt and he was very enthusiastic about it.

Auntie MiMi excels at hiding eggs.

Late April and May saw Pete and me heading to Maine and Prince Edward Island.  That is a loooooong drive but it was a long-time wish fulfilled.

My bridge phobia....ugh.  But I made it over and back.

Farm life:  Chicken butchering day at a friend's house.  Now that's commitment for someone who doesn't eat meat!  It's part of life in a farm community.

 We attended a Parkinson's Disease Victory Summit in Indianapolis.  Always on the quest to network and learn new things.

Social events from church and the neighborhood.  A great part of life in a great community.

A HUGE social event at the farm - K-Fit Farm Fest!  120 people for a potluck to end potlucks and a great evening on the farm.  And praise God the weather was great!  PHEW.

Family birthday celebrations are so important!  Lucas turned 9 and Micah turned 12.  Oma can still turn out a respectable birthday cake to mark the milestones.

Anne and I had our annual Labor Day Getaway, this time in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.

How many hydrangea plants can you fit in a Prius???  We always come home from these getaways with treasures of some kind.  This time it was thrift store, garage sale and plant nursery finds.  The car was STUFFED.

We started a monthly Parkinson's Support Group this year and it's been a huge encouragement to all involved.

I entered hooked rug pieces in the Sandwich Fair for the very first time.

We had to celebrate winning prizes with pie at the Methodist Church pavilion.

Day 2 of the fair:  Joshie loved the petting zoo and the train ride.

Annual Senior Citizen Luncheon at church - a big job to organize and carry out but a good time for everyone involved.

Harvest time on the farm and Joshie's first combine ride, thanks to Farmer Steve.

Throughout the fall Pete made four trips of varying length to Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN to help my brother who is having serious health problems.  One more trip is scheduled before Christmas and I'm going along this time.  It's a lovely drive across Wisconsin and Minnesota.

Lunch at the Walnut Room with Anne and Kenji and a failed trip to the Christkindlmarkt in Chicago (closed due to high winds the day we were there).  We always make a day for a downtown Chicago adventure sometime during Advent to see the lights and decorations.

A beautiful Thanksgiving celebration (and believe it or not, except for the turkey for the carnivores among us everything was PLANT-BASED!  And DELICIOUS!)  Kenji was super proud of his vegan pecan pies.

Christmas cookie making with Micah

Support group had a Christmas potluck and year end celebration with ukulele carols!

A mild December day let us button up work in the garden for the year and put Christmas lights on the barn just before the cold weather came back.

All the beds have been put to sleep for the winter to dream of spring.