Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
ELDERBERRY FEST 2014 -- PART 3 (HALLOWEEN ELEGANCE)
Hallie and Nick |
Friday
night, Hallie asked Mike to pick up a couple of pumpkins while in town so that
they could carve jack-o-lanterns. Unbeknownst to her, I already had a nice one
on hand. My idea was to set a chrysanthemum inside the pumpkin for a porch
decoration, but after buying the pumpkin I couldn’t find a chrysanthemum. Mike brought
a second pumpkin from town.
Nick
is an artist and approaches all projects with an artist’s eye and attention to
detail. Hallie suggested the designs and then Nick painstakingly transferred
them to the pumpkins by hand. Together, they carved the faces. The result was
ghoulishly elegant, worthy of the “Better Homes and Gardens” Halloween
celebration. It’s just that – well – they aren’t going to last, you know. They
took one and I kept one, and I’m afraid mine is already slowly folding into
itself. It might not be available for Halloween. Oh well.
And
now, our autumn celebration is over and suddenly (Egads!) it’s two months until
Christmas. I really must get a move on! A silent auction mid-November pushes me
quickly into Christmas projects, and somehow I just can’t get going. Last night
I made a list of many possible projects. Most of it won’t happen,
but putting on my “thinking cap” and listing my ideas helped me to prioritize.
What
about that Halloween quilt, you ask. Well, it didn’t get finished this year,
but I made progress – AND -- I made six of these machine lace skeletons (from "Halloween Couture" by OESD) – one
for us and for each of our families. That was good – and it was fun -- and I finished all of them! KW Wednesday, October 29, 2014
ELDERBERRY FEST 2014 -- PART 2 (TO MAKE JELLY -- OR NOT)
I
could tell you that we were really “into” Elderberry Fest and that jelly-making
was a priority, but this year it didn’t work that way. Hallie had to work on
Friday and spent the day at her laptop. Mike, Clint, and Nick tramped the farm hunting
birds in the morning and were happy to bag three “huns” and a dove.
A
couple of weeks ago, I began to worry that this particular weekend might not be
right for Elderberry Fest for one reason or another, so Mike helped me pick the
berries, and I processed and froze enough juice for two batches of jelly. I
really prefer to prepare the juice ahead of time anyway. Jelly-making seems much
less labor-intensive if the picking and juicing is finished in advance.
Well
– I could kinda see the handwriting on the wall. The group dynamic just wasn’t
moving toward picking berries and making jelly. But -- you just can’t have
Elderberry Fest without making some jelly, you know, so Friday afternoon, using
my thawed elderberry juice, I cooked up a batch of jelly with Nick’s
assistance.
Saturday
morning Mike and Clint drove to the valley to ride dirt bikes and were away for
several hours. Hallie, Nick, and I hiked into one of the gullies to inspect the
elderberry bush there. Yes, the bushes looked bedraggled, probably because of
the hot, dry summer, but I pointed out sincere berry clusters and assured them
that we could find enough berries to make a batch of jelly. However, upon
reflection, they decided they would prefer a more relaxed weekend and opted
instead to carve pumpkins.
Well,
I wasn’t surprised. I took the rest of my juice from the fridge and combined it
with fresh apple juice (made myself from a blend of organic apples) and cooked
up another batch of jelly.
Italian prunes |
Tomorrow
– “Advanced-level Pumpkin Carving”
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
ELDERBERRY FEST -- PART 1
Orofino, Idaho -- October 22, 2014 |
Elderberry
Fest 2014 is history. Nick and Hallie left about 11:30 a.m. Sunday (Oct. 26) and
Clint an hour later. At first the house seemed all too quiet, but of course,
there was plenty to do – the coffee pot to put away, the kitchen to clean,
Italian prunes to finish drying, even decorations to come down. Mike and I considered leaving for town ourselves, but we decided to stay another day. (It
probably had more to do with the schedule of football games than anything
else.)
The week just flew by in a flurry of activity, yet last Tuesday seems a long
time ago. Funny how that can be.
On
Tuesday (Oct. 21), Mike took Bess and drove to the Boise area where he met a friend for a
bird hunt in Oregon on Wednesday. The hunt was unsuccessful (birds are scarce
this year), but he enjoyed visiting his friend and sharing dinner with son Milo
and Jenny.
Nellie
stayed with me, and I think she really enjoyed the one-on-one – or maybe it was
just the absence of Bess. Wednesday (Oct. 22) I loaded the car with groceries and
supplies and drove us to the farmhouse. I stopped on Gilbert Grade to take pictures of Orofino.
Once at the farmhouse I unloaded the car. Besides
readying the house for company, I finished two aprons for Elderberry Fest – the
practical kind that provide coverage.
Of
course, Nellie and I took several walks. She looked for the elusive coveys of
Hungarian partridges while I carried the camera and looked for photo ops.
Thursday (Oct. 23)
was the gathering day. Mike drove to the farm from Nampa, arriving in time for
lunch. Son Clint came in mid-afternoon, but Nick and Hallie didn’t make it
until 11:00 p.m. (We knew they would be late.) Mike and I retired at 9:30, miserably
sleepy, but I awoke with a bang at 10:30 and sat by the north-facing window to
watch for them. The first sign of their approach was a sweep of light across the north field -- before I could even see their headlights.
Yes, Nick and Hallie really can come in by themselves and find their way
to bed, but the fun part is watching the dogs greet them. I don’t miss it if I
can help it. Hallie
always brings special treats purchased at Seattle’s Mud Bay pet
store, so first we have to get through the initial “what-did-you-bring-me?” moment. After
finishing her treat (a pig ear), Nellie climbed the stairs three at a time to
find Hallie and tell her how happy she was to see her. She was none too pleased when I
insisted she go back outside to bed.
Tomorrow: A batch of elderberry jelly
Sunday, October 19, 2014
UPDATE: CUTE LITTLE TUDOR
Daughter
Hallie called yesterday. She and Nick have been so busy with their jobs and the
work on their cute (but sadly out of shape) little Tudor that I haven’t heard
much from her. It was good to hear her cheerful voice. We talked for half an
hour or so – ironic since they’re coming next weekend for Elderberry Fest.
(Such is the way of mothers and daughters.)
They’re
enjoying the work on their house, she said. They had just had a consultation
with a landscaper who will help them establish a rain garden. The City of
Seattle encourages that with grants, I think she’s told me. I don’t know the
status of that program. At any rate, the landscaper showed them how to pull the
downspouts out away from the house. Hallie says they don’t plan a cistern. I
suggested a rain barrel.
I'm
reminded of washing dishes at the Gilbert farmhouse in my youth. We had no
plumbing, remember, which means that we also had no drains. We carried the
dishwater – soapy as well as rinse water – a few steps out the kitchen door to
Grandma Ina’s rosebushes. (Deer love roses, but in those days we didn't see so many.) Even today, with better access to water in that place, it’s so
dry that gardening is difficult. Still, I
could do more with drought-tolerant plants if I would but try.
But -- I
digress. Hallie took the photos here of a recent project to remove the deck
from the back of their house. They’ve been saving brick – and searching for
more – to reconstruct the back wall when the slider is removed. A contractor will do that work.
I guess a poorly constructed deck outside their bedroom was not
what Hallie and Nick envisioned. Hallie prefers a private bedroom. The steps at the back door paralleling the deck are also roughly constructed and actually separate from the deck.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
WATCHING A DOE
Looking westerly from June's field. Central Ridge in the distance. |
I
don’t talk much about hunting-related topics here. I know that some
people don’t hold with it, but I grew up in an area where hunting wild game was
(and still is) commonplace. When I was in school, much of the male student population
was absent for a week when hunting season opened. The complaints of teachers
and administrators were useless.
Although hunting is not my thing, I do live with
someone who hunts and have come to see the other side of the issue. A wise hunter, I have
learned, cares about conservation.
Deer season opened last Friday (Oct. 10), and Mike has yet to
bag one despite the fact that the deer cavort freely in the open fields,
gleefully waving their white tails at him. Beautiful
as they may be, the deer are not my friends. I have struggled to establish a
few trees and bushes which are constantly nibbled to death unless firmly
protected in wire cages. The bucks will also rub the bark
off even a small tree. And that’s not saying anything about the economic
impact caused by their devouring the crops. Their numbers seem to be
ever-increasing, and they are a nuisance. Furthermore, they are not
afraid of us and seem to be gaining the upper hand.
But
yes, they have their appeal. Yesterday afternoon Mike went out with his rifle
to hide in some bushes and watch for a likely target. Meanwhile, the house
seemed chilly, and I decided some baking would be just the thing to create a
little warmth. As I worked in the kitchen, I noticed a young doe cross the lane
from June’s to the north field.
When
next I spied the doe, she was in the middle of the open field, having such a
good time all by herself. She sat right down in the stubble and kept shaking
her head, twitching her ears, and lazily cleaning her back. Then she stretched out
for a nap, apparently oblivious to the fact that it’s hunting season. Maybe she
sensed that the weather would soon change. Whatever, she appeared to think it an
idyllic afternoon, and I hoped Mike hadn’t seen her.
Mike
was out north someplace, but when he ambled up, he said he was unaware of the
doe in the north field. I had to point her out as she was well-camouflaged in the dirt. Mike watched her for a while but eventually determined she
was not only pretty far out but fairly small.
The
pictures here I took of a small doe we encountered on our walk the other day. She
was curious -- they are you know – and not the least intimidated. She paused a long time,
allowing me to come closer and photograph her. She might be the same doe with
whom I had a close encounter last month. She might be the same doe that lounged
in the field. KW
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