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To Hold a Moment

4/29/2018

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"We move about our days stepping front-to-back and side-to-side until our movement is interrupted by something so curiously beautiful we remember that simply noticing is action, too"

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 Earlier today, I accidently spied my son reading to his sister through a narrow opening in the pocket doors.  Undisturbed by my viewing, she lay beside him on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, while he read aloud and they both enjoyed an adventure.  My heart swelled.  In our lives, as much as we surround ourselves with the natural world, we still feel the extensive overreach of media, technology, and screen time.  At 8 and 10 years old, my kids love their tablets as much as the next kid.  They are getting to that age where throughout our days, they do their thing and I do mine, we come together at meals or to watch a favorite show, and time keeps ticking at what feels most days like light-speed.  And every so often, we are fortunate enough to stumble into a moment that makes your heart stop, time stand still.

My first-world instinct was to run upstairs and grab my phone, it was dead.  My tablet was, too.  I thought about grabbing the Nikon, but the clicking noise I knew would disrupt that moment, so I committed it to my memory by closing my eyes and just breathing it in.

There are so many things keeping us busy around the farm now that Spring has finally arrived.  Prepping the garden, stocking up product to sell at festivals, cleaning out the kitty coop, and lightening the flock of overcrowded testosterone topped the list this week.  We move about our days checking marks on our to-do lists, stepping front-to-back and side-to-side until our movement is interrupted by something so curiously beautiful and pure we are reminded that simply standing, watching, and noticing are all actions, too.  They may never make our lists, but when they happen we should hold them, not on our devices, but in our heart.


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One Long Winter

4/18/2018

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"Getting out of bed in the mornings proved to be challenging, even while dressed in multiple layers.  We strategically placed a portable space heater in one room at a time, and then we'd all stay huddled up there as long as possible."

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Our first winter in Wisconsin (2013) ended with 18 inches of fresh powder falling the first weekend of May.  Being the first winter Chris had ever spent in the Midwest, I had to assure him a few times that was not normal.  When March rolled around this year it was my sweet husband who was the optimist, telling me over and over we were "turning the corner" and spring was almost here!  It's now mid-April, we just received another 9 inches of snow, and the kids trudge to the end of the driveway to await their bus, fighting the need to wear snow pants despite temps well below freezing. 

Perhaps my procrastination to write about our first winter at our new farm lead to the delay of spring.  Mother Nature wants us to be timely in our endeavors, right?  I may have missed the opportunity at all had spring crept in at its usual time, not wanting to post photos of snow covered trees when our friends and neighbors had already started breaking out the t-shirts and lawnmowers.  Ok, Mother Nature, you win (as usual).  Now that this story has surfaced, can we finally move onto something resembling planting weather?  Thank you.

Winter came in with a vengeance after Christmas, dolling out weeks on end of double digit negative temperatures with wind chills straight out of something resembling Hoth in the Star Wars movie.  We were thankful that a previous homeowner had put in good windows some year ago, but the house still showed us many inefficiencies when it came to heat flow.  Our front entry way (aka laundry room) was devoid of any heat source due to the laundry plumbing being pulled through the only heating duct many moons before our time.  This lead to mornings (I kid you not) where I would walk downstairs from my bedroom and see my breath.   Chris and I had to give up our super warm Korean blankets to the kids and use our electric mattress pad to find comfort.  Getting out of bed in the mornings proved to be challenging, even while dressed in multiple layers.  We strategically placed a portable space heater in one room, and then we'd all stay huddled up there as long as possible.
I know a lot of women with kids and businesses or jobs often find themselves neglecting their self-care.  We hear all the time how important it is to take me-time out of our days to relax, read, exercise, or rest.  I lived by this rule over the winter, maybe to the opposite extreme.  There were so many days I would spend an hour or more (sometimes kind of a lot more) just sitting in the bath, enjoying the warmth of the water.  To get out after soaking for so long, my body would finally feel warm.  Luckily in my biz I can get away with calling bath time "product testing", so it's refreshing and productive all in one. 

We were able to get some things done around the house, like painting the living room, and just recently, finishing our laundry room!  Earlier this week we had the furnace duct work reconnected into the front room and can already tell a difference in the heat flow throughout the house.   The studio is now the coldest room of the house due to the attic access lacking insulation.  We are hoping we can work on that in the upcoming years, though probably not anytime soon.

Chris started his seedlings last weekend and is so eager to get out to the garden.  Any nice day that came along, though very few and far between, he was outside working on clearing the forest, or checking the trees in the orchard for life.    The pictures posted here are his, and they do remind us of the beauty of winter on the farm.    I was able to spend a lot of time in the kitchen enjoying the opportunity to create new smells and test my ever-evolving chemistry skills with respect to my craft.  I'll be happy when I can take these new findings out into our local communities and share them with happy festival goers. 

We lost one hen in the late of spring, otherwise all the animals survived.  For many of them, this was their first winter ever and maybe they're wondering how the hell they ended up in Wisconsin.   Me?  As much as I am not the avid winter sportswoman, I will take the long Wisconsin winter in the country to any season in the desert.  Anyday…except in June.  Don’t test me, Mother Nature.

Photos taken by Chris.

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