Whiteley Creek Homestead

LIFE AT THE END OF A DIRT ROAD IN CENTRAL MINNESOTA

organically grown triticale in our field
canoeing in our wetlands
raspberries growing wild on our property
our back porch fieldstone fireplace
  • In each cabin and inn room at my bed and breakfast, there is a crocheted doily. It may be under a lamp, a vase, or draped across a nightstand. Each one was handmade by my mother. Throughout the years she made many… too many to count… we should have. As she grew older, her mind remained sharp to read pattern instructions. Her hands grew old, but her fingers remained nimble.

    Mom crochetingb+w 
    Whenever I would stop by for a wee visit, she was crocheting. She would ask about my day… Had I tried any new recipes to prepare for my bed and breakfast guests? She would often share her Capper's Weekly (a homey newspaper familiar to me as a child and now called Capper's Magazine) that always held tried-and-true recipes that readers had submitted. What antics had my chickens been up to? We would talk about the asparagus and rhubarb shoots poking through the soil in the spring… the pussy willows and lilac buds, the cream of asparagus soup recipe tucked into my CSA basket that I planned to try, and the rhubarb custard pies that she baked each spring with freshly cut rhubarb from her garden. She would share the doily she was presently working on. Our chats were about nothing really… and yet so much. Now, her 93 year old hands have stopped crocheting. Our chats have now ceased… or have they? No, we still have our chats. Why just today, I walked our property in search of signs of spring. I brushed the decayed leaves aside… remnants of autumn past. "There… see, mom. Bright red rhubarb shoots to be made into pie. I will use your recipe. Oh, and look… pussy willows bursting forth along the path beside our wetlands and budding dwarf korean lilac bushes along the sidewalk leading to my front door. What pretty early spring bouquets they will make! As I prepare my cabins and inn rooms for opening in two weeks, your doilies will be there."

  • Today was my mom's funeral.To make her going away party a special one, I had trekked out to my friend Sandy's Country Roots Greenhouse on Highway 18 east of Brainerd earlier this week to select some flowers for luncheon table centerpieces.

    Sandy's greenhouse 

    Upon returning home that same day, I repotted the flowers in 6-inch pots… sixteen of them… one for each table set for luncheon guests. I wrapped each pot with sewing pattern tissue paper and secured it with ribbon encircled twice then tied into a bow. Set atop a pattern instrution sheet… look how cute!

    Pot wrapped with pattern tissue 

    You're wondering what is the significance of the sewing theme? My mother sewed clothes for all of her twelve children. She made all of my brothers' button down shirts and dresses for my sisters and me. I don't remember owning a store-purchased dress. What fun it was in mid-summer when the Fall/Winter Sears Catalog arrived in the mail! I spent hours poring over the pages of the catalog choosing the perfect fabrics for the dresses my mother would make for the new school year.

  • If you have been visiting my blog recently and I have appeared not to be "home", it is so. My 93 year old mother has been ill. On Good Friday, April 22, she departed her earthly world to be in the presence of her Heavenly Father. It is a home she has prepared herself for all of her life. As a child, our family would kneel on the living room floor each evening as she read a passage from the Bible then, in unison, we would pray the rosary. We each chose a section of the couch, a cushioned arm chair, or a chair brought in from the kitchen to lean against as our support while we knelt. Now, I see that chair as symbolically representing the support that our God in Heaven provides each of us as we walk through happy, difficult, confusing… and sad times. My mother taught me well. Today, as we celebrate Easter… a commemoration of the Resurrection of our Saviour Lord Jesus Christ, my mother is reaping the reward of the sacrifice Jesus made on Good Friday… as he took upon himself all of our sins then died on the cross so that we might live eternally with him in Heaven.

    My mother got to feel her first great great grandchild before she died, as my niece Buffie's oldest daughter, Whitney, is in her second trimester of pregnancy. She proudly beamed when she shared the news of the pending arrival of a new generation with visitors who stopped by. Her legacy will continue to thrive despite her absence. There is a life cycle in plants, too. It is wondrously healing to witness. I recently allowed a sweet potato to sprout while sitting on my kitchen counter.

    Sweet potato sprouts 
    Some sources instruct you to suspend the sweet potato over a glass of water to encourage it to sprout. I learned in a recent gardening workshop that it's not necessary. It'll send out shoots unaided. Once the shoots grow to a length that will allow them some height above the soil when planted in a pot or in the ground, twist them off close to the sweet potato's surface. Insert them into a container with a bit of water and watch them rapidly send out roots in 3 or 4 days. (A friend of mine said that she used a grocery store sweet potato and it didn't sprout. My suggestion is to use an organic variety because I have read that nonorganic potatoes sold in a grocery's produce section are sprayed with a chemical to prevent sprouting.) 

    Sweet potato roots

  • To be transported back in time for just one evening… joy, pure joy. Last night, our daughter Jessie accompanied Dick and I to the Polk Theatre in downtown Lakeland, Florida for a two hour Smokey Robinson concert. Smokey Robinson… imagine!   

    Polk theatre1 

    In the 1,400 seat Mediterranean-looking village theatre, that was built in 1928 when Lakeland was yet a rural community of 15,000 people, "stars" twinkled on the ceiling's "night sky". (The photo below is courtesy of the Polk Theatre web site.)    

    Polk theatre stage

    I neglected to bring my camera the night of the performance, so I returned the next afternoon to see, if by chance, the marquee would still announce Smokey's concert. As indicated in the top photo, I was overjoyed to see that it was still there. The theatre doors were locked, but as I peered through the glass… there was Smokey smiling back at me. Well, O.K., a poster of him smiling back at me, but somehow that was good enough to partially remove the sense of emptiness I felt. The theatre had been so alive the night before with this truly amazing Motown legend commandeering the stage. However, as quickly as he came into town, he was gone. The memory, though… that will remain. 

     Smokey robinson poster1 
    A little Smokey Robinson history from The Ledger (Lakeland, Florida's daily newspaper) April 7, 2011… Robinson was born in Detroit in 1940. He formed the Matadors in the early 1950s, which later became The Miracles. He met record producer Berry Gordy, Jr. by chance, leading to a contract with Motown Records. The Miracles made their first big hit, "Shop Around," in 1960, and the hits kept on coming. Some of those songs include "You've Really Got a Hold on Me" (1962), "The Tracks of My Tears (1965), "I Second That Emotion" (1967),  and "The Tears of a Clown" (1970).  Robinson also composed and produced songs for other Motown stars, such as the Temptations and Marvin Gaye. He went solo in 1972 and recorded hits such as "Get Ready" (1979), "Cruisin" (1979),"Being With You" (1981), and "Just to See Her" (1987).

     

  • Tonight, I completed Lesson 8 Traditional Ricotta Cheese in my 16-week Cultured Dairy and Basic Cheesemaking eCourse. This is what the ricotta cheese solids look like after heating the whey… 

    Ricotta cheese solids 
    and here's the ricotta cheese after straining the solids through a dishtowel.

    Ricotta cheese 
    You need a lot of whey to make ricotta. I had accumulated only one quart of whey by straining my homemade yogurt (solely for this purpose) when I decided to give the ricotta cheesemaking a whirl. The bottom photo shows the miniscule amount of ricotta that resulted from a quart of whey, but it was a successful initial attempt. The ricotta is so tasty… so fresh! It's not recommended to use whey to make ricotta on a regular basis because heating the whey destroys its probiotic goodness. However, cheesemaking produces an abundance of whey, so, if after using the whey in smoothies, for soaking grains, nuts, and seeds, drinking it straight, feeding it to your chickens, or consuming homemade yogurt without draining the whey off, you still have whey that you are wondering what to do with, then make ricotta just because it tastes so wonderful and it's a nice addition to Italian dishes. To learn how to make ricotta as well as buttermilk, yogurt, kefir, and many kinds of cheeses, I highly recommend Wardeh Harmon's eCourse. Each skill is broken down into bite-size pieces… manageable chunks that can fit into busy schedules.

     

  • My chickens have begun to exhibit their individual personalities. This is inquisitive Phoebe. It's evident that she will be my "eternal student". We will be buddies… of that I am sure.  

    inquistive phoebe    

     

  • Yesterday, I placed an order for four different varieties of flower seeds and my parcel is on its way to me today. Parcel vs. package or shipment… I think the term denotes a heightened element of anticipation as I await its arrival, which perfectly describes my present state. You see, these are not just any seeds. These seeds are organic, heirloom, homegrown, hand-harvested, and… they are housed in handmade envelopes! They have been lovingly tended by Etsy shop owner, Jenny aka Jen, of The Little Ragamuffin. My shopping experience gets even more special, but first see what I ordered! (These are photos from Jen's Etsy shop since obviously I haven't planted my seeds yet.) 

    Forget-me-notsPlains coeopsisBlack-eyed susanLanceleaf coreopsis

    Top: forget-me-not and plains coreopsis  Bottom: black-eyed susan and lanceleaf coreopsis

    Now here's where my little seed ordering adventure gets good. I recently wrote a post about The Little Ragamuffin because I was so smitten with the owner's way of life and the Etsy shop's name… instantaneous unbridled love. Upon placing my order, I received an email from Jenny. Here is a paragraph from that email: "It's funny, some time ago I somehow ran across your beautiful photograph of the plains coreopsis (on my blog's home page) growing along the stone path and fell in love with the flower. It was that photo that got me to growing that variety. I think we were both seeking one another out and it was bound to happen that we meet! all the best, Jenny" Life is precious because of the people who make it so and it is the little quirks that make it fun.

    I scarcely had time to decide upon a location to plant my flower seeds from The Little Ragamuffin and in my mailbox… there they were!

    Ragamuffin seed order 
    The seed packages and shipping envelope are all handmade from recycled paper. Jenny's special attention to detail is evident in the vintage look of the shipping envelope's paper as well as how she folds the paper to create a visually appealing, artsy presentation.  

    Little ragamuffin shipping envelope  

     

  • It's amazing how rapidly chicks develop… as the following photos depict.

    2 day old chicks in washtub 4 week old chickens

    Left photo: two days old Right photo: four weeks old 

      

  • A visual for you… happy, healthy, playful chicks in a sunny outdoor playground with roosting branches and space for running and flapping wings. This is the home that we have created for our chicks that are now 3 1/2 weeks old.   

    Chicks outdoor playground 

    Is this the image in your head when you buy a carton of eggs at your local grocery store? Think again. The photos and description of what occurs in factory poultry farms will open your eyes to the atrocities… the extremely shocking, wicked, cruel, brutal, frightful, inhumane treatment of chickens. We must educate ourselves… we must not turn away and pretend this is not happening. The Humane Society steps in to rescue abused dogs and cats. Where is this animal protection organization when hens beaks are partially cut off to prevent them from pecking one another… an act that stems from living in crowded quarters. With partial beaks, the chickens are unable to eat, drink, and preen properly. For several years, we have ordered 17 week old hens from an Iowa hatchery. Last year, the hens arrived debeaked with 1/3 to 1/2 of the top beak cut off. We were horrified. One might think that it is akin to trimming our fingernails. Not so. The chicks experience severe pain. This practice should be prohibited by law… along with many other horrific acts occuring in the poultry industry! This year, we are raising our laying hens from baby chicks so that they may experience a loving environment from birth through adulthood. What can you do if raising your own flock is not feasible? Buy eggs at a farmers market, food co-op, or directly from a local farm. Visit with the farmer so that you aren't relying on confusing, deceiving carton labeling that sounds wholesome (cage free, free range, free roaming) but may not be what you think. Even the term "organic" is being abused. Check out the Mother Earth News Scrambled Eggs YouTube video that explains that "there is a corporate agribusiness factory farm takeover of the organic egg industry well underway. The large corporate egg operations control 80% of the market. They are playing lip service to the organic standards." (Source: Scrambled Eggs YouTube Video) Become an educated consumer. Visit a local poultry farm. Dick and I joined a group of about twenty others on a field trip to the farm that supplies our food co-op's eggs. The hens are rotated to new fenced pastureland weekly via a portable coop. "The gold standard in organic production is the pastured poultry producers" where chickens can roam willy nilly in the grass to forage for bugs, seeds, worms, etc. (Source: Scrambled Eggs YouTube Video) We are in need of a sweeping movement across this country to support small-scale farmers' efforts. It begins with each of us.   

  • Today, I attended a Sustainable Living Conference at All World Acres near Tampa. An Eternal Student t-shirt, worn by a fellow conference attendee, perfectly expressed the importance of lifelong learning as the morning began with a search for wild edibles led by guide Andy Firk from Bamboo Grove Farm in Arcadia, Florida and his Ithaca Forest Farm summer homestead in Ithaca, NY.

    Eternal student t-shirt 

    While chatting with a wise woman at the conference, she shared with me her learning strategy. When there are so many new things to learn, and we want to acquire a firm grasp of it all, choose one or two things and learn them well before moving on to the next. Good advice. I decided that I would learn to identify miners lettuce (aka winter purslane) growing in the wild and make a conscious effort to include it into my diet. 

    Miners lettuce 

    The origin of its name dates back to the California Goldrush when miners harvested it to prevent scurvy caused by a deficiency of vitamin C. The identifiable characteristic of this tender, succulent, wild salad green is a stem growing in the center of the plant's round leaf. It is one of the first spring greens to emerge. Reminiscent of spinach, it can be used in sandwiches and salads… with pine nuts, cheese, dried cranberries, and a vinaigrette dressing maybe? 

    All workshops except the wild edibles hike were held under a roofed area open on all sides to provide a sense of being outdoors but protected from the heat of the sun. John Starnes, a presenter from Tampa, explained how to create a "water wise container" by drilling pencil-size drainage holes 3" from the bottom of a 5-gallon bucket. To make an air wick so there is no standing water in the bottom of the bucket, place dried stalks like perennial sunflowers, cornstalks, or cassava (John's favorite) vertically in the bucket. Next, add growing medium by "lasagna-layering" two-inch layers of whatever brown and green material is available like dried leaves, grass clippings, well-rotted manure, fruit and veggie scraps, etc. in the bucket. The addition of red worms will speed decomposition. Top off with a two-inch layer of finished compost. Finally, plant the seeds or seedlings. Caution: paralyzing nitrogen deficiency can occur if brown stalks aren't balanced with green material. It works well if you pay attention to this. The premise behind this "water wise container" method is that each bucket is a mini composter housing its own rich ecosystem as the plants grow and mature. To provide additional nutrients, John recommends Alaska Fish Fertilizer which sells at Home Depot for $7.57/quart. A better deal can be had at Lowe's for $13.99/gallon. He mixes 3 tbsp in a gallon of water, which will cover a 3 to 4 foot row, and feeds every 4 to 6 weeks. In container gardening (using the 5 gallon bucket), water until the fish fertilizer solution or plain water comes out of the drilled holes.

    I had a wee bit of time in between workshops, so I grabbed a black-eyed pea patty on pita bread and a fruity nut milk yogurt and wandered over to a nearby veggie/herb/flower garden. There, my eyes fell upon a mangled fence that created a little garden "room."

    Mangled fence enclosure

    Then it was back to my next workshop… As explained by permaculture presenter, Jim Kovaleski from Freedom Farm in New Port Ritchey Florida, the lasagna layering method can be implemented in a garden setting, as well. This is done by layering green and brown directly in the garden, top with finished compost (or a nutrient-dense soil purchased from a garden center until you get your compost pile/bin/tumbler set up and doing its thing), then plant seeds and seedlings in the compost. The green and brown matter will decompose and feed the plants as they grow. You are providing a setting for a vast, beneficial ecosystem to develop. What perfect sense this does make!