nestling in

old barn's corn crib is a stand-in chicken coop, until we wire in the lower stall (with open window and door at left)Unwrapping one’s art work packed eight months ago feels like Christmas; our chickens must have experienced similar such joy upon their first trot around the new digs. I know that in their preliminary unwrapping of new pads of soil, shriveled red potatoes from previous growers’ garden forays have surfaced. And just as we consider the various weed control options for a particularly steeply sloped hill, these scratchers-o-dirt appear to have begun the process for us already.

chickens as weed control?The ladies have found a temporary home in the old barn’s corn crib. Soon we’ll insulate and close in a stall in the barn’s bottom floor, as well as cut out a hinged door for them. We continue to discuss the various attributes of sheep and goats with anyone who has a liking for these hoof stock; one or the other will likely be responsible for grazing one paddock . . . and then feeding us some winter meals.

don't worry, the shirt is okay; Michael's arm took the beating from tree bark and wild roseMichael and I continue to explore the open agricultural and preserved spaces beyond our 7-acre border; multi-flora proves a worthy opponent in woodsy underbrush as well as meadow (see photo). And with two fields beckoning to my shovel and knees (back, eyes, thighs, you name it), I’ve sketched a garden plan that I’ll try in each. Not sure yet where exactly the sun and shady spots will fall, so I figure this first year of food growing is a good one to do trials.

For those interested in backyard gardening, I recommend the New York Times article on the food garden being put into the White House’s south lawn. The first family and area school children are involved already in it’s creation, and I assume tending. Certainly they’ll be eating from it! But for plant ideas mix of greensand, eggshells, rock phosphate, kelp and more - add to seed germination soil for great nutrient bonusand a general schematic, this is a good basic starting point.

Finally, for those who will be starting seeds inside, you’ll need a germinating mix of soil. So far I have mixed several bags of Organic Mechanics potting soil (a soil making product made within 15 miles of me, which is high in coconut fiber, not exactly a regional source of water-retaining substance, but better than peat until I here I am mixing the extras into a potting soil/compost mix. I'm ready to start more seeds April 1!can come up with a soil from this property), a 1/2 bag of leaf compost, 1 cup of crushed eggshells, and 1 or 2 cups of equal parts greensand, and kelp, plus 2 parts rock phosphate.

Food Alliance – partnership in Pennsylvania

Claire Murray's tractor waits for springAt the Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture’s 18th annual Farming for the Future Conference, executive director Brian Snyder said, “For consumers to make free and informed choices about what kinds of foods support the health and well-being of our communities and the environment, they need a basis for evaluating marketing claims.”

“We want to give our regional farmers a tool to differentiate their products in that retail or food service setting,” Snyder also commented. “And we want to give citizens a better means to separate the marketing of food from the reality of production practices.”

Click here for the full press release on PASA’s partnership with Food Alliance for sustainable agriculture certification.

(Listed as PASA partners with Food Alliance)

For another article on Food Alliance certification, please read this Growing Produce article.

Food sovereignty and you

The Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture conference ended yesterday, after four days of familial, and at the same time professional, discussions on food sovereignty. What is this and why should you care? I purchased 5 books and listened to 3 days worth of lecture/discussions to help further my comprehension of this philosophy. But for those who insist on soundbite answers to problems that seem out of reach or relation to their lives, here is a two-sentence explanation to start you off. Remember, you eat therefore you are. Please read beyond the first two sentences (and thank you Descartes for a philosophical statement that proves equally intriguing when applied to our world food systems).

a pregnant cow slurps away, as sun sets over a light snow fallFood Sovereignty is the “claimed ‘right of peoples to define their own food, agriculture, livestock and fisheries systems,’ in contrast to having food largely subject to international market forces.” (taken directly from the Wikipedia definition). You should care about this because you are more than a consumer; as a human being you have the right to safe, healthy and fair food – food which the currently corporately-owned food trade and political structures do not allow you to participate in beyond shelling out greenbacks – which, as we have all learned of bailout-late, do not provide accountability in our worldwide business exchanges.

Raj Patel, author of Stuffed and Starved, spoke at the conference with regard to what extent this right defines our lives. Not only should you be able to know where your food came from, but also how it was produced, how the workers were treated who cut and packaged that bite of spinach . . . and you should be able to enjoy that salad. The Slow Food organization rallied back in 1986 to the reality of pleasure human beings experience, and how everyone has the right to such. But how does this apply to your life of delicious chicken wings on football Sundays and artichoke dip at cocktail parties?

Consider a point Patel related to his admittedly food-loving audience: Americans eat twenty percent of our fast meals in the car. Who amongst us can truthfully profess a fondness for this situation? Has love for the open, albeit traffic jammed, road gone so far as to replace the value of a place setting, table and chair? Or would you agree you prefer your dinners, prepared on average in two-and-a-half minutes, to any more satisfying amount of time you could spend eating a meal with friends or family? Or alone for that matter? I know I adore a great breakfast, both having time to prepare real eggs and sitting at the table with family to prepare for the day together.

From elementary school up through television-as-educator media programs, we have learned that the food we eat directly impacts our bodies and minds, for better or for worse. So why, as obesity and diabetes rates soar, are we not able and willing to spend more money on such a broad-reaching necessity of life? Is it perhaps because the moola you earn funnels directly into fueling your work commute? Or paying your health insurance? Or paying for your child’s education? Why don’t we have a look at these patterns?

The questions, I believe, should stretch much farther than the routines we get through each day. Inherent in our food selection are the lives of innumerable farmers and laborers, both local and international, some also store front owners, some distributors. I may be able to shop at a health food type store, and purchase $6 organic cereal in lieu of $2 cereal. I have more access to fresh fruits and vegetables than very poor people who have no access to grocery stores, particularly in areas of our nation’s large cities. To some extent, my access implies more choice. But taking another look through the optical illusion land of grocery stores, gas food marts, health food stores, etc., we realize that my access and my choices are largely decided for me.

I don’t want a corporation to decide whether Peru or Ecuador will provide my apples during winter. Nor do I want a dairy conglomerate to decide what hormones are ’safe’ be convincing my legislator to agree with them upon payment. I also don’t want my country dropping food off for starving people elsewhere in the world without consulting international aid groups on how to get help where it is needed by working with regional food resources.

I do want a local food economy in which information is always available on who grew my carrots. I want food distribution systems that get fresh food to everyone. Everyone. I want eaters who value the food they put in their bodies three times a day to be willing and able to spend more than 9.8 percent of their income on it, ensuring a viable income for everyone in the business of feeding us. Sure, in 1929 we spent more on food. We didn’t have cable television bills, or red-eye flights to Vegas. But as the years have passed and luxuries have become necessities, it’s time to reconsider.

On to Descartes and the illusion of choice in my next posting . . . what began as a soundbite for mass consumption will most certainly extend into one of those full day feasts Jim Harrison embarks upon in his quests for pleasure. In the meantime, check out Via Campesina and pick up a copy of The No-Nonsense Guide to World Food, by Wayne Roberts for more background information.

Honey do

I overfilled our honey container in a bout of sweet-tooth ambitionReplenishing our supply of honey appeared on the ‘honey do’ list this week. This meant a skip up the road to Walt Broughton, maker of Swarmbustin’ Honey. Colony collapse disorder, in which no or very few adult honey bees remain in the hive, continues to plague the beekeepers of the US. Walt apparently suffered some damage this fall, but was able to replenish his hives.

Broughton schedules his placement of hives during pollinating times according to land management practices. For example the Marlboro Mushroom farm located nearby Walt’s home, calls to let him know when and what they will be spraying on their fields. Broughton then waits for rain to fall, in order to expose his bees to fewer chemicals during their time in those fields. He is lucky in that this area does not practice very heavy agriculture, but he still has to navigate around potentially harmful environments. Listen to this brief talk on honey bees, our current ag system and what you can do personally to try to help them survive (plant a meadow, not a lawn).

Honey in the Kitchen – I purchased one 12-lb. jar of Raw honey, and one 12-lb. jar of Fall Wildflower honey. The exact same purchase, made in August, has sweetened me through five months of baking and cooking. And I do like desserts. My opinion is that this particular honey is my most sustainable option – produced one mile from my house, by Broughton who takes his bees to pollinate within this immediate area, and who does his best to ensure that his bees stay healthy, who sells to a variety of local stores but also stoppers-by.

Everyone poops

Horse and cow poop gathered from the pasturesOut with the old and in with the new, the ubiquitous feeling during this, the first week of year 2009? Sure, some unnecessary clothes are being passed along, a couple of tchotchkies. But those nice piles and patties that the horses and cows leave lying about, as so many of their own paddock decorations? These, my fellow gardening friends, are treasures for the taking.

I’ve wheel-barrowed an assortment of cow and horse poop up to our work shed area, then dumped it all into extra trash bins we dug out of the barns’ dark recesses. With my resolution to get our greenhouse into production mode, I’ll need to better the soil. The electrician fixed our grow light (it needed a new ballast, capable of cold weather conditions), and various rodents nibbled whatever lettuce and kale seeds had sprouted during December. So the light is hooked up to a timer, and I’ve put out some mouse traps to start rodent control. The manure, however, will have to wait.

My aunt Ellen recommends an E-shaped bin to handle this manure and other compostable materials (including abundant leaf debris from trees around our house); with additional boards set up against the openings in such a structure, our dogs will hopefully be deterred from routing out “goodies.” Otherwise, she has had great success with long, raised bed-like rows of compost. Space is required, and little animal disturbance, but perhaps you have a place for this idea.

Our weekly chicken coop clean-outs also provide future fabulous fertilizer. It is somewhat mixed with wood shavings (we currently use Douglas Fir or pine – Cedar oils don’t go well with the chickens’ feathers), although we’ve switched to supplementing with shredded office paper. I predict these paper strips will compost better than the shavings, but we shall see.

Chicken, cow and horse poop will do fine mixed together, but these manures need to ’sit’ for a year. Turn them once a week or once a month, but the key to ridding this material of potential bacteria and fungus problems capable of invading your vegetable garden, is to let the pile freeze and heat many times. I’ll get my E-shaped bin up and running and tip my garbage-cans right on in – it’s time to get composting!

In the meantime, I’ll see about acquiring some red wrigglers for some worm castings – this fertilizer can be applied immediately to veggie beds, or in my case, the floor of my greenhouse.

give a present of PASA

Sunflower from a farm in VermontBy far the best gift my father ever gave me (in addition to his example of a meaningful life), was a college education. Now, as I consider the extent of life yet to be lived, further education ranks amongst gifts I’ll choose to give myself. Foremost amongst such opportunities is a pass to the PASA conference this upcoming February.

The Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture will hold pre-conference educational days in addition to the regular, Farming for the Future-themed program. Although the various cheesemaking classes are enticing, the two-day sustainable forestry classes offer me access to discussions I’d like to hear right now: forest farming from the top down, the role of non-timber forest products in management and stewardship and more. Other pre-conference tracks include ‘Green learning for High School students,’ ‘Hands-on IPM and Bio-Controls’ (that’s integrated pest management), ‘Innovative cover cropping systems for organic vegetable production,’ and many more.

This year’s conference focuses on ‘Finding your Foodshed’; keynote speaker Raj Patel has written about the global food system and the paradox of why one billion people are overweight and almost a billion are still starving. The Saturday keynote, Bernard W. Sweeney resides in this neighborhood. As the Director, President and Senior Research Scientist for the Stroud Water Research Center in Avondale, PA, his “current research interests include water quality monitoring in conservation, the effects of global warming on stream ecosystems, and the role of streamside forests in the structure and function of stream and river ecosystems.” (text from PASA conference brochure)

At a cost of $200, the two-day regular conference comes in at a fair cost, especially when compared to conferences with similar instructional classes. The pre-conference tracks come in at just under$100-a-day, again, for an entire day’s worth of instruction. Meals are separate, and the cost to members for the actual conference are discounted. Visit www.pasafarming.org for full information on all events. If the conference is too expensive or too much time out of your life to attend, please consider supporting this association with a year’s membership, at a cost of $45 for an individual. Benefits include discounted fees for year-round classes offered throughout Pennsylvania, and the knowledge that you are helping support sustainable farming practices and policy.

mama mia!

Prima dona cheese, fava beans, roasted red peppers, sausage assortment, provolone and pate from the Philly Italian MarketLack of basic news monitoring skills landed Michael and I in Philly’s Italian Market today; I suppose if we’d glanced at a weather forecast yesterday we might have skipped our road trip. But winter storms be fudged (so much tastier than another phrase); freezing rain couldn’t stop our unknowning, hungry souls.

What is it that sparks the desires of many to return to their roots?  Perhaps all those Simon & Garfunkel recordings of ‘Homeward Bound’ that filled my teenage ears contribute to my desire. More likely, the distance in time from my mother’s death has lenghthened, rendering connections to some of my past more obscure. Her largely Italian heritage remains vague in my comprehension of family history, and now her parents have passed on as well.

Sonny D'Angelo's wooden butcher blocks are beautifully worn from decades of use.But all feelings of lost stories came to an aromatic halt today in Claudio Specialty Foods; standing in line behind three Italian women who barely reached my chest height, I was included by way of head and shoulder gesturing in a commentary on the store’s provolone. A piece was passed my way, and just as its somewhat salty, and truly sharp bite had begun to take hold, the eldest of them nodded her head in moderate appreciation. This time we would not be duped. It was sharp enough.

I imagined my grandmother going to such markets in New Jersey, where she raised my mother and siblings. I imagined her getting the not-as-good end of a massive provolone log on occasion. Maybe a salami that was just too tough. And I imagined the discourse that would ensue with any shopkeeper responsible. Well, I tried to imagine. I’ll need to pick up some Italian words to do these imagined memories some justice.

The sausage case at D'Angelo Bros.Unable to communicated even the most basic appreciative word, I bobbed my head and felt the size of my Italian nose do some of the talking I couldn’t. Then it was on to D’Angelo Bros., a meat market. Now there are many such shops along the market street, but D’Angelo’s intrigued us with its game meat list posted outside, as well as a recommendation from the coffee shop girl next door. Oh the felicitousness of the curious!

We were greeted by a decidedly furry decore theme – pelts for sale from hunting excursions (as I learned later) of the late father of owner Sonny D’Angelo. Anxious to commandeer someone capable of making sausage, Michael inquired about Sonny’s ability to make sausage from venison. A question which led us to acquire a sausage sampler (couple of links of 5 varieties), then step back with mouths agape as their ingredients were highlighted: Pheasant with cognac and nuts, rabbit with brandy mustard, and so many more.

As if to encourage a day of easy spending, the fates sent in a customer searching for Christmas dinner fare. We had only to hear him recount his purchase of a pate for last year’s meal, and its phenomenal reception, before we too were slipping a slab of duck goodness into our bags. In and around several other orders, I noticed a book for sale; Sonny has a passion for cooking in addition to his historic professional skills. Intrigued by the history of the store’s 99-year location in the Philly Italian Market, as well as Sonny’s clearly historic inspiration for meat concoctions, I grabbed some copies.

Just as Michael and I were about to bemoan our relocation away from Idaho elk, I believe we’ve found someone capable of energizing our interest in Pennsylvania’s local game species. I greatly look forward to reading Sonny’s books and making more frequent trips in to the market.

I balanced a two-pound piece of Prima Donna and a dry sausage link on my lap as we drove south out of town. Carefully carving delicious bites for our lunch, it occurred to me that the way my cheese discoveries are going, I may not live to see another trip into this fabulous market. As a friend has commented, who buys two pounds of cheese? Me!

All I want

a jerry-rigged vice holds some spalted maple in place for carving our very own homemade bowlMy first holiday party of ‘08 (last night) revolved enthusiastically around the home of Katie and Abby in Kennett Square, PA; punch in hand and polenta-topped-with-mushroom bites as well, conversation clanked around talk of Vikings and Germanic cultural traditions still in evidence here today. And just as construction techniques for Viking ships began to overwhelm me, Tim Mountz of Happy Cat Organics steered the discussion around to his seed packets sitting out as party souvenirs.

I must have had a bit too much punch as I forgot to grab a couple tomato varieties to take home, and I’ll have to get in touch with Tim and his wife Amy Bloom again soon. Specializing in heirloom varieties, some of which come from Tim’s grandfather’s gardening traditions, their seeds are my idea of a perfect Christmas gift: locally made, very little packaging, long-term tasty benefits, and the fact that purchasing them helps those that grow them continue to preserve food heritage and perhaps more importantly, food security. I believe time will tell how multi-faceted our food sources need to be to withstand the vagaries of disease, pollution, weather and other stresses; seed growers such as Tim and Amy remain an invaluable part of local food systems.

A permafix on my greenhouse light would also be nice . . .Now on to my other Christmas wish-list items: I desire a fruit CSA share from North Star Orchard. Nine pounds of local peaches, apples and plums a week (and many more fruits as well),  would keep me happy in the kitchen from August through October, and then well on into the winter should I manage to preserve some.

I’d also like a water heater for my chicken waterer; ours from Idaho has been lost in transit and the ladies need un-frozen water. (Thankfully it hasn’t been an issue yet, as the coop is well-insulated and the temperature was in the 50s yesterday!)

I’m pretty well set though, and the rest of my desires are for others. Kind of like hoping for a best friend to fall in love with a good person, I’d like Chester County residents to fall in love with their local farmers and crafters (all of whom are also Michael would like full rock god status for Christmasbusinessmen and women, by the way). So here are gift ideas for our communities:

CSA shares from the area’s farms, Community Garden volunteer hours, Food bank donations, cookbooks and family time in the kitchen, locally made art, around-the-house gift certificates (cleaning, massage, music playing), further education at Longwood Gardens, Mt. Cuba, Chester County Night School and more, land conservation memberships, volunteer time at senior centers, antique shopping, and much much more (not to leave out re-gifting something or other . . . )

So look up your area’s artists in holiday bazaars, get on the phone to the land trusts, pick up some heirloom seeds, and have a hot toddy while you’re at it. Gifting this season is about celebrating the local area by engaging the recipient in an action that directly benefits Chester County. If your holiday party card still has some open spaces, take a moment to bring some food over to your local food bank.

web site mavens

Sometimes computers strike me as impersonal technological gimmicks which distract us from more creative hobbies (and lives – where have all the trilingual basket-weavers and pastry chefs gone?). I recently joined Facebook in order to get in touch with somewhat lost college friends, and am overwhelmed by the amount of feelings the act of looking at these web pages has conjured. I’m slightly aghast at the overtly up-to-the-minute glance into people’s lives, but yet somehow appreciate the modern-day telegram element of comments. Yet the feeling of distance still pervades the experience.

So what am I doing writing a web site then? If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em? Maybe. Part journal/diary, part how-to, I’m exploring this style of writing precisely because it offers those interested a glance into a lifestyle I feel strongly about, something it has taken 28 years to begin to understand. Should anyone choose to add something to their life as a result, all the better.

My high school journals developed around collages – pictures and phrases I felt represented my emotions at the time. This web site is an example of photos and more extensive text, potentially able to tell stories to a more diverse network of people. But none of it would be here today without the help of David Stilwill, my web site creator. The son of a farming couple I worked with in Idaho, David has immediately understood the content and purpose of this site. We’re learning together how to approach such ideas, and I am ever grateful for his technical know-how. His web site, www.adventurebookshelf.com offers reviews of what the name implies: books of an adventure and travel nature. Flights of fancy indeed, check it out.

Michael has had his own slew of computer experiences since arriving here in Pennsylvania. Getting Verizon wireless service out our rural way was just the beginning. Since, his main computer has glitched out completely, twice. But never fear, the MacDaddy lives here. David Luck has serviced each of Michael’s technical conundrums – which are frequently worsened by his own attempts at fixing software . . . yikes. The MacDaddy does great Mac work, and always manages to stay for some of my cooking which I’d prefer to share. Macintosh computers and the Apple store may have the highest prices for service and products (according to Consumer Reports) but they also have the highest level of customer satisfaction. The MacDaddy is just the sort of person one wants when not living nearby such a store outlet.

Hearnes Hardwoods

My dad once dreamed of paying for my undergraduate education through the profit gained by “harvesting” black walnut trees from our Ohio woodlands. This plan, as many are apt to do, did not come to fruition in the desired manner, but his core interest remained intact; and as the family has borne witness to, whatever profit-driven interests laid groundwork those years ago, these days he is happiest in his wood shop working on a project for one of us.

On the other side of my college years, and well down the road from grade school log cabin construction projects, wood has sprouted a surprising array of suckers for me to interact with. Beyond the wood we burn in the fire place and the spalted Maple we’re hacking away at in the hopes of obtaining primitive, artistic bowls, Michael and I are also directing some road trips down the lane to Hearne Hardwoods, just outside of Oxford, PA.

We first poked our noses in to inquire about persons in the portable sawmill business; several down trees here at Cricket Thicket hold great potential for some day re-flooring our home. A deep red board drew my attention away from the front desk and into the optically illusive depths of an exotic tree. With that, we were off on a self-guided tour of the lumberyard, our curiosity thoroughly sparked by the burls, 4-foot wide planks and warehouse worth of accumulated lumber.

Later we would come back to use the yard’s planer. Acquiring absolutely all woodworking tools in existence does seem to be Michael’s perogative of late, but some compromises have been met; Hearne’s Hardwoods offers us both a chance to use a nearby machine at a very reasonable cost, and a chance to stroll the beautiful gallery of examples. Michael doesn’t mind plucking away at some guitars handmade by a friend of the yard’s owner, nor inquiring about his collection of wood-panelled amps . . .