Sunday, May 19, 2013

The biggest bigleaf maple


We recently visited a farm that happens to be the home of the biggest Bigleaf Maple in the nation.  This tree is 433 feet in circumference, 90 feet high and has a crown spread of 109 feet and is completely impressive.  I am thankful that we got to see it in all its living glory.

My little lamb visiting the lambs at the farm.
For scale.  That's my 9 year old on the right.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

What I love



This is how I want to remind myself to be: looking up and all around me.  It's easy to forget to do this simple act of noticing, but it is so renewing.

Spring:  it's a time of frenzied work and preparations.  Everything ends and begins all at once; responsibilities and opportunities overlap.  School is drawing to a close, baby animals are being born, baby plants are growing deep roots, weeds are rising exponentially taller each day.

Always, at this time of year, I find that the things I love can begin to wear me thin.  There are so many commitments, experiments, people and experiences to immerse ourselves in, that I find myself frozen in the midst of them, standing immobile next to a several-foot-high pile of laundry.

How can I say no to the opportunity to have small animals for my children to care for, making them friendly through twice daily bottle feeding?  Can the garden go unplanted?  And what of the budding photography business?  It is not easy to turn people away when photography is so dear to my heart.

And so dinner is ready at 8:30 and I pray with friends in the midst of a living room sprinkled with dog hair.  Is your life like this?  I know I am not alone, and that is what helps me to persevere.  I know in one friend's house, there is an artist-child like mine, who leaves trails of paper and un-capped markers in her wake.  In a different friend's home, there is another preteen boy saying the same words that make a mom's heart tired.  Still another friend has 4 more baby goats to feed than I and another has a garden that beckons to her as she walks away to do other work that must be done.

I cannot see how to remove myself from many of the commitments I have made, though I will remind myself from time to time, that indeed, I am not "every woman."  Thus, I do not need to do every thing.  Instead of being stuck in the icy world of self doubt and pity though, I am learning to be sure to notice the things around me that I love.  These are things that are intertwined with my busy life and commitments, and are reminders that I do not have to be fully exhausted and tired.  There are moments I can linger in for just a bit, taking a bit of time to treasure them and to be renewed and thankful.

I am sure you have a running list like this, though you may not realize it.  It is my intention to notice not just things that would make beautiful photography, but moments, and the way things are at the very moment I am in.

I love....
... the way tiny droplets of water gather evenly all around the edges of a baby cabbage plant in the cool of the dusk.
...how raindrops puddle on the leaf of a lupine.
...the sound of geese flying by in the evening
...milking a goat by the light of the stars
...the way clouds pile up higher than the mountains they sit upon
...seeing my children peacefully playing together
...having my oldest kids sit next to me just to talk
...being given flowers all day long
...the way a lupine flower curves when resting in a plastic cup
...smelling lilacs in gardens everywhere and especially in my kitchen
...finding worms busily working as i plant a pepper plant
...the way a baby goat will use a person as their own personal playground
...how the crescent moon shines through the willow and cottonwood trees at dusk
...the feeling of the breeze sweeping around the corner of my house, trying to push my hat off
...the swing of my 7 year old's pony tail as she walks a horse into a barn
...finding my son has climbed to the top of an outbuilding or the middle of a tree
...watching my daughter sit on the swing with a baby goat
...the click of the shutter of a camera
...the green glow of a light on a tomato plant start at ten o clock at night
...my husband's dimples and five o'clock shadow
...holding a tiny hand in mine when walking down the steps to the garden
...the glow of the sunset on the clouds to the east
...the cottonwood tree on the way into town that I always think I should take a picture of and which will probably cause me to crash one day if I am not careful.

These are some things I love today.

What things do you love?


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day!

My mom and my niece, last year at my brother's wedding.
Happy Mother's day to my most wonderful mother, and to every mother, mommy to be, mother bereaved, every mother figure, every adoptive momma, every stepmother, every mother in law, every woman who hopes to be a mother, and every girl who will grow to be one.  This is a job that grows us up, stretches every part of us; physically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually.  It is the best and most beautiful thing I have done, and I am thankful for the children who call me mom.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The significance of a life


I love this place.  It is near the water and there are hills.  When I lived nearby, I ran here weekly.  It was the place that I could always count on for God to show me something new.  Sometimes it was a thought or idea.  Other times it was some beautiful bit of nature, like a great blue heron or an eagle.  Still other times it was an overwhelming sense of calm and peace.

Today, I attended a women's retreat here as I do every year, and did my annual run on the dike.  I had read in the Bible the story of Jacob's dream when he dreamed of a stairway to heaven.  God told him that through him all the nations of the world would be blessed, and that He would always watch over Jacob.  Jacob awakes and declares that this spot is holy and is the very gate of heaven.  He sets up a pillar in that spot to show the sacredness of that place.

Genesis 28:20, "Then Jacob made a vow, saying "if God will be with me and will watch over me on the journey I am taking and will give me food to eat and clothes to wear so that I return safely to my father's house, then the Lord will be my God and this stone that I have set up as a pillar will be God's house and of all that you give me, I will give you a tenth."

I'm not great at analyzing the Bible, but what struck me here is that Jacob is not only thankful and acknowledges the blessing that is coming to him; he is also honoring God in obedience by giving back to God 1/10th of what He has entrusted Jacob with.  Jacob erects a pillar, like an outward sign of recognition of the holiness of God and the blessings He gives.

I began to think about my life.  If I am to set up a pillar in my own life, thanking God for the places He has met me and my family, what might it look like?  Would it be a prayer out loud? Or outright exclamation at the beauty of God's creation?  Maybe the pillar can look like humbleness and a hand that points toward God and all He has done.  I can give 1/10th of my monetary earnings, but what else can I give?  It sounds so small.  Why should I be allowed to keep 9/10ths all to myself?  What will I do with that remainder?

 What places are like pillars in your life?  Where are your gateways to heaven and God's great blessing and presence in your life?

My run on the dike mingled with my thoughts about Jacob's story.  I sat out on the roots of this massive, fallen tree and thought of it just as that...a tree that still had much life to give, and I was inspired to write.  So I scribbled out a poem about these thoughts, and I share it below.

*****

Do you see this
tree?
this log
this tree?

When a human is dead
it is a body buried in the ground, rotten and gone,
soul with Christ,
a rock as a memory.

When a tree dies,
and remains,
somehow that shell
lives.
It points to the majesty
and heights it once
touched.

It feeds and
shelters
new creatures.
Just as when my
soul moves on
my words
my deeds
this pillar of
my life
will lead eyes somewhere.

Was my life a shelter,
a home,
a way of nourishing?
Did it
say Yes!
there is more?
There is an
infinite God
who cares about
ants and
ferns
and small
very loud birds.

Did this pillar stand
humbly in the
holy place
of God's creation
in gratitude
and
solemn
joy,
Holding very dearly
the responsibility
that comes
when one
has been
trusted with
Nine-tenths?



Thursday, April 11, 2013

How I make White and Whole Wheat Sourdough Bread

Whole wheat bread, ready to go into the oven.  I said I'd never use Instagram pics on my blog, but I just don't have time at this time of year to do anything else!

People have asked how I make sourdough bread, specifically how I make a wheat version of Northwest Sourdough's  basic white sourdough recipe.  I have simplified it for my distracted brain and incorporated some of what I learned when I used the Artisan Bread in 5 minutes a Day method of baking.  I use the Northwest Sourdough recipe, and for wheat bread I change the amount of flour to about 6 cups. I use only white flour for my starter because I don't know how wheat will do.

I keep my starter in my refrigerator in a loosely covered container.  I didn't feed or use it for several months over the winter and when I wanted to use it this spring it was a bit lazy, but after feeding one time, it worked beautifully.  Ask around to see if anyone you know has a starter.  Otherwise, you can buy some at the Northwest sourdough website, or you can make your own.

A finished whole wheat loaf of sourdough bread.

So here's how I make: White or Whole Wheat Sourdough Bread

I activate the starter the night before by adding flour and water each in double the amount of the starter.  I usually activate 1 cup of starter so I have extra.  This means that I always mix together 1 cup starter with 2 c. water and 2 c. white flour.  It will immediately get bubbly.  Cover it and let it do its thing overnight.  Every time I bake, I store what is left after I use my activated starter back in the fridge.

The next day, mix 2 c. activated starter, 1 3/4 water, 1 T oil and 7 c. (or 6c.  if you are doing whole wheat) flour together.  Put it in your mixer bowl, with the kneading hook, cover with a damp cloth and go away. Walk by it 2 or three times in the day, uncover and run the mixer a few rounds.  At the 2nd mixing, I add in about 1-2 tsp. salt.

 *** Today I actually let my starter get all foamy and didn't use it until about 1:30 or something, and made a delicious pair of loaves late this evening.  They were white flour loaves. This is just to say that you don't have to throw your dough or starter out if you forget it.  Try it out and see what happens!

After the third rising, dust your cutting board with cornmeal.  Shape the dough into boule loaves. (These are the round or oval loaves, shaped by tucking the dough underneath until it looks all cute and puffy)  Dust with flour and set on the cutting board.  Cover with some sort of vapor barrier (plastic, a pan, whatever) Let them rise a bit.  Northwest Sourdough talks about how to tell if they've risen enough.

Heat the oven to 450 with your baking stones and broiler pan in there.  Uncover the loaves.  Slice the top of the loaves 4 times, the center cut being deepest so the loaves don't get gooey inside.

Open the oven.  Plop the loaves on the baking stones.  Grab about a cup of water, pour it quickly into your hot broiler pan, which is on the rack below the baking stones.  It will steam the loaves.    Close the oven door quickly.  Bake the loaves 20-25 minutes at 450, then turn down to 425 and bake about 15-20 minutes more.  The bread should be golden brown and sound hollow when you tap it.  I am not a bread expert, so I sometimes turn the bread upside down and cut into the center to see that it has cooked all the way through!


Eat it when it's hot and really hard to slice, but especially delicious.

The End.


Some white sourdough that I let rise maybe a bit too much, but it was so crusty and light and good, I think it was ok.






Friday, March 1, 2013

Make Felt Acorns!


My kids were eager to do some weeding for grandma and grandpa so they could earn a few dollars.  They happened to be weeding beneath an oak tree, which is not a common tree around here.  I noticed little acorn caps sprinkled around and collected as many as I could find.  It's just the right season I guess, because the seeds have disconnected from them or been munched on by one critter or another.  If you know of any oak trees in your area, just try browsing around beneath them to see what you might find!

These little acorns are easy to make.  You clean and dry the little caps on a windowsill for a bit.  Then you card some colored wool.  Roll it into a tight little ball/cylinder type shape, and needle felt away.  The size of your cap will determine the size of your little ball. I felted the top rather flat and a bit rounded on the edges so it could be stuffed inside the cap.

Then needle felt the bottom into a little point just like the real acorns have.  Fire up the hot glue gun and put about a pea or raisin sized blob of glue in there, depending on the size of the cap.  Voila!   You've got an aesthetically pleasing acorn that a squirrel will go nuts over!



She thought it was a better plan to fill the acorn caps with water like a tiny cup.

Yes, these are little acorns on an oak table.  At least I think it's oak.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Faith's Colt


The day before her due date, Faith, my in-laws' mare foaled.  She had lots of people watching over her on a web-casted video feed, and thank goodness!  My sister in law was the one who noticed she was laying down and acting more peculiar than normal.  Thank goodness our kids happened to be staying over at grandma and grandpa's, because my husband and I were able to zoom down when we saw the camera feed, and everyone, kids included, was able to watch the miracle of birth.  Faith is a very big quarter horse and was bred to and even larger overo stallion, but the colt is a solid sorrel colt.  This isn't the first choice for people breeding horses, but he's beautiful.  They'll get a second chance, as faith will be bred back to the same stallion within the week.  The colt is tall...his back way past my father in law's waist.  I remember another foal born on their farm several years ago was so teeny, she could run right under her mommy.  Not so with this boy!

Here are pictures of his first few moments.  I didn't want to get too much in momma's face, so the pictures aren't prime photography, but they convey the beauty and emotion of the moment, I think.

First moments
Laying down and laboring.
Just born
Checking to see what sort of little guy this is... a solid sorrel colt.










Learning to stand

 

Mom supported him as he tried to stand.

Petting the soft new baby.