Monday’s Mabon Musing

Embrace this time the change of light,
with shorter days and longer nights.
The wheel has turned, the time will change,
the darker side of the earth remains.
There is magick in the lunar light,
with intuition at its height.
The alchemy of Mother Earth,
from birth to death, will come rebirth.
Rejoice in this season, may it fill you with peace,
and may the blessings of nature, for you, never cease.

Duendesday: Summer’s End

{life with a curious and crazy 11 yr old}

So, a couple of weeks ago we managed to squeeze a camping trip into our crazy schedule which was good for all of us, even though we left a little early due to the rain, we got to meet up with a solid bunch of lovely monkey friends. We love this camping spot (The Grafton Notch Campground, Newry, ME). The owner (Maureen/Mo) keeps these campsites raked, quiet, and with occasional random flowers. She’s super sweet and the spot is accessible to all kinds of family friendly hikes/trails/covered bridge/waterfalls (like Step, and Screw Auger), etc. And it’s right next to Bethel which is super cute. Our other favorite bit is the ‘honor pie stand’ on the way – she makes really delicous Wild Blueberry Pie and Jam, rich Whoopie Pies and Maple Cream Cookies. The kid managed to get a hike in (up Step Falls), and a stunning little rock bowl of fresh water to swim in with her friends. They all skipped rocks, played tag, catch, & chase in the woods, hung around the fire roasting marshmallows. It was nice, I wish we could do it more often (Duende definitely agrees). D lost a tooth, we did a Stone Soup with our folks (turned out to be a delicious rice dish with the leftover fresh harvested spatchcocked chicken on the grill from the first night camping, yummy sausages, and a great variety of garden goodies from our friends who always have a great garden with a 2 layer dessert of apple and nectarine crisp!), and our friend told terrible stories around the fire (hilarious!). 5 family camping – our best mates. Duende dyed a pink streak in her hair which matched great with her friend’s bleached tips and the other little gal’s excellent half-shaved bob (and the little guy who was working his magic on all the ladies, his almost 5 yr old self is super adorable). They were ridiculously big and cute and charming. Because we left early (and my poor girl was crushed) we treated her to a whopper of an ice cream as we drove out of town – ice cream cures all.

Say yes to camping. Bring friends. Relax, share food, space, fire. Air.

Tuesday Happens

We used to have this lovely large patch of Common Milkweed in the upper back field – I based an entire garden around it, separating it into large wedges with picket fencing (which my marvelous man made out of pallets) and dreaming of a classic or at least interesting sundial in the center. Something happened to the milkweed – the last couple of years it has been waning little by little and now there is little left. I think next year I will have to rake in some seeds in the early Spring (if I can, or maybe I should do it this Fall) and hopefully it will return. Instead, I have a small scraggly patch around the well-cap (a ubiquitous sight here in Mid-Maine, ugly well-caps across lawns everywhere!) and a few here and there (in La Petite Jardin, in the yard, a few in the garden) where I have been lucky enough to spy little stripey Monarch caterpillars munching away (we may still bring one in to cocoon indoors and then set him free – the child likes that process very much, and since we’ve been missing the yearly Bug Fair, it’s a nice connection).

I’ve been pretty ill since early Spring (a lovely cascade of Lyme resurgences in many terrible ways) so it is a struggle to get where we need to be. Josh is so amazing in his ability to prioritize and get the important facets taken care of – new business licensing, inspections, improvements, equipment, sales capabilities, and of course, the most important part – the bakes! D has been watching her few false starts of pumpkin growing come to possible fruition (the meat chicks ate the first couple but there seem to be a couple that defied them and are now 6-8 inches and will hopefully grow to full size – she’s very excited.

And so we continue to harvest what we can – the grapes failed and we neglected the blackberries this year but we’re getting tons of pole beans/bush beans, husk cherries, and cherry tomatoes. The apples are coming in – too many for us to know what to do with but not enough yet to start something big. We’ve been gathering many herbs and foraged tea material, juniper berries (with a little snake friend!). The Purple Tomatillos are still growing well, along with the Turkish Eggplants, and Wonderberries. We downsized the garden because we have such great local organic CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) shares and Farmer’s Markets and ‘honor’ farmstands that we can focus on the rarer ingredients we prefer or can’t find and by next year, flowers. We shall see – we aren’t in planning stages yet, we’re still enjoying the work around here that needs to get done but we have inklings.

Inklings abound. May you be inspired to have inklings of your own.

Tuesday on the Homestead

There is a moment when our cultivation feels positive – a flush of growth – flowers, beans, herbs, and nightshades: tomatoes, tomatillos, husk cherries, wonderberries, peppers, eggplants (no potatoes this year, can you believe it? I love growing potatoes but couldn’t do it this year), grapes, blackberries, and apples. Despite the weather (so dry in the Spring this year, then so hot and heavy and humid with occasional showers – it’s terrible), and despite the chickens (this year they have been incredibly destructive), there have been beautiful moments. We had a couple of lovelies come up and pick blackberries and do some woodland foraging – mushrooms abound, winterberry, sweet fern – an amazing little bounty.

May you find amazing bountiful moments to focus on.

Musing on a Monday

The Apple Orchard

Come let us watch the sun go down
and walk in twilight through the orchard’s green.
Does it not seem as if we had for long
collected, saved and harbored within us
old memories? To find releases and seek
new hopes, remembering half-forgotten joys,
mingled with darkness coming from within,
as we randomly voice our thoughts aloud
wandering beneath these harvest-laden trees
reminiscent of Durer woodcuts, branches

which, bent under the fully ripened fruit,
wait patiently, trying to outlast, to
serve another season’s hundred days of toil,
straining, uncomplaining, by not breaking
but succeeding, even though the burden
should at times seem almost past endurance.
Not to falter! Not to be found wanting!

Thus must it be, when willingly you strive
throughout a long and uncomplaining life,

committed to one goal: to give yourself!
And silently to grow and to bear fruit.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Duendesday: the Crazies

{life with a curious and crazy 11 yr old}

This kid is cray cray. She’s losing teeth all over the place (naturally, just seems all the time!), she’s foraging, gardening, climbing, dancing, swinging on the swing, making paper airplanes, making up games (like Belly Target – and yes, she wrote the numbers backwards because she was looking in the mirror – ha!) and Crazy Charades (with such clues as ‘Iceman’, ‘Art’, ‘Bacon’, ‘Stinky’), learning about Renaissance fashion (and drawing/painting them), playing Chess with Daddy, listening to records, and my favorite – the Good Foot/Bad Foot scenario (when the good foot goes bad, he gets choked?!!! whaaa?). She’s not a delicate flower but she is amazing! Go, Duende, Go!

Tuesday 2 Do & Big Happenings

Do you want the little news first or the big news?

Alright, the latter it is – Big News: we are revamping our business acumen and to do so, we need to take a break…likely until October. I know. Big. That’s a big chunk of free floating Rollson’s with no income or safety in any way. But also, as we transition, it means no bread or bits for our lovely folks. The new direction will allow us to, however, bake more bread and with more finesse; which is where we feel we need to be. We are installing an additional bread oven into our finished kitchen (soon on both), and are currently acquiring business licensing which will allow us to function better. We are excited about this transition and hope you will be, too. More details will go out to customers and future customers about our CSB (Community Supported Bakery) shares and the changes that inevitably have to happen as we grow – thanks to all of you!

The little news is all the stuffs we have to get rolling in order to make the Big News happen, but also the tasks that make our days go ’round: like rebuilding the flower boxes that the meatbirds destroyed, setting up a new batch of Classic Kimchi (mine with red cabbage included, so it’s nice and pink!), repair the damaged Grape arbor, pick all the fruit and put up (blackberries, grapes, apples), tree care, garden clean up, and I’m taking on a Marie Kondo-style clean up of our possessions (and our goals/ambitions/realities). Fun times.

We hope you are finding your way, as well…and thank you for being patient with us as we find ours. ❤

Monday’s Musing

Burning the Old Year


Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,   
lists of vegetables, partial poems.   
Orange swirling flame of days,   
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   
only the things I didn’t do   
crackle after the blazing dies.

Duendesday: strange days

{life with a curious and crazy 11 yr old}

Midsummer – full of plans and arrivals. It’s been a little extra hot and thick around these parts (something that is terribly affecting many good folk everywhere) – leading us to sneak out to a park or run errands when it breaks for a bit, or when we think we can stand it.

The Augusta Mill Park is kind of nice – it’s right by the river which looks lovely and attracts a lot of wildlife and since Augusta isn’t really built up by the river, it’s not too sketchy (from the park area). And it tries to offer stuff – a dog park, an overhang picnic area where the Farmers Market happens on Tuesdays as well, a field area where they put up a bandstand and have live music or events, and a path that winds its way through from the parking lot (though the path connects with the sidewalk which is an extension of the bike path that makes its way to Gardiner – south) to a Pentanque court. On little inlets and rocky peninsulas we spy the cormorants shaking out their wings, herons, osprey and eagle overhead, inland seagulls and down by the river (not in this spot, we can only see it from the path way up above) Duende has spied an otter, fish in the water, and various water plants like pondweeds and lily pads, wild grapes, and tansy. She likes to rollerskate and skateboard there because we have no paved surfaces near our house.

Other things going on in her little world is her garden – she’s harvesting calendula blossoms and cucumbers as her tomatoes and peppers grow, her pumpkins continue to bloom and fruit and her climbing beans climb! She’s been a neglectful gardener but it seems to thrive. She does keep the chickens out by yelling insanely at them. She’s been doing puzzles and playing many games, including all the crazy ones she makes up herself (like belly bullseye). Her kooky ways will continue to make the rest of Summer just as crazy!