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
  • Wednesdaythe_garden

    As I continue with the designated tasks for my 7-day days-of-the-week marathon, today (Wednesday) is "Gardening or Sewing Day". I began the day by taming my unruly honeysuckle vine. It had begun to grow willy-nilly in a free spirited sort of way, so I gently redirected its vines to allow its free spirit to flourish but with more support from the arbor. Framed by the arbor's arch is an old-time gas pump and an original Standard Service sign that sits in front of the "three marigolds and one other flower" cabin's front porch. The gas pump was manufactured in 1950 with a frozen-in-time price of $0.31 per gallon displayed behind the little glass windows on its front and rear.

    Honeysuckle_arbor

    "I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree." I don't know what wise soul wrote this message, but I am making an attempt to incorporate its meaning into my daily life with a renewed fervor. I was blessed with a nudge in that direction when I was outside shooting the arbor photo. An oriole sat in a branch, high above, peering down at me. It wasn't a brown bird and it wasn't in an apple tree but, nevertheless, it caused me to rethink my morning… at least for a time. (After reading this post, my friend Pat supplied me with the "I Meant To Do My Work Today" poem by Richard Le Gallienne in its entirety.)

    I meant to do my work today,
    But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
    And a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land,
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand–
    So what could I do but laugh and go? 

    Oriole_cropped

    Dick and I put our goals for the day on hold and took a walk down a wooded trail to a wetlands area on our property which I have grown to love over the years because of its expanse of solitude "interrupted" only by the sounds of nature. Each spring, a pair of geese return to lay eggs and raise their goslings on an island near where our canoes rest on the bank. Just prior to shooting this photo, mama had her tail end facing us. As she rose up to turn herself around in the nest, three fluffy goslings squirmed out from under her wings. One took a tumble into the water's edge but quickly made it back to the safety and cozy warmth of mama once again.

    Goose_on_nest_cropped

    Dick tucked pruning shears into his pocket in case we spied some pussy willows. We discovered the buds had already burst forth into leaves but what we found was just as pretty. One branch has a dark burgundy-colored stem and the other branch has grey pinecone-looking balls on it. What a beautiful bouquet it made for our porch table!

    Wetlands_bouquet   

  • Tuesdaymending

    I’m kinda getting into the grove of this system of assigning household tasks to a designated day of the week. With yesterday (Monday) being wash day, this is only the second day of testing the system , but today I tackled my mending pile with a fervor I haven’t mustered in a long time. Yesterday, after ripping open a seam on one side so that I could remove the foam inside, I washed the yellow chenille chair cushion with the cherry fabric ruffle. Likewise, I prepared the flour sack pillow covers for washing in the same manner. Today, I slipped the foam cushion and the pillows’ cotton batting back in and hand-stitched the opening closed. The hand-woven rug used to be a very long rug that lay on the floor between the row of tables on each side of the RR car "Queen of the Meadow Blooms Tearoom". My procrastination had caused a hole in the middle of the rug to grow larger and larger over time until there was no alternative other than cutting it and making two rugs out of it. If this old-fashioned days-of-the-week system hadn’t motivated me to salvage what I could of the rug, it would have deteriorated to the point of uselessness. The washcloth had a small hole in the middle, so I chose my "chicken scratch" stitch on my sewing machine to prevent further unraveling. I love that stitch. I don’t think chicken scratch is the proper name for the stitch, but it looks like the foot imprint that chickens leave in the dirt. The border with the quilted diamond shapes is one of a pair of pillowcases that I made. I had finished the other one, but I just needed to hand-stitch the hem on the one pictured in the photo. Now what would cause me to set it aside when I was so close to finishing it? Maybe because I didn’t have a designated day for mending. Lastly, I mended the vintage floral apron pictured in the photo’s bottom left-hand corner. The seam on the band that slips over my neck had torn loose from age and overuse. It is one of my favorite’s to wear when I serve breakfast to my guests. My mending pile has now dwindled in size and I am able to use these items once again. Tuesday-Ironing and Mending Day will come around again in a few days and I will rediscover and put back into circulation some more items that have taken up space in a corner for far too long waiting for a stitch or two.      

  • Mondaywash

    I discovered quite a find at a yard sale… a complete vintage set of days-of-the-week embroidered dishtowels in excellent condition. They’re certainly not scare since there are many versions featuring different characters such as chickens, bears, etc., but I hadn’t seen this birds theme before. For over a hundred years, each day in a housewife’s life had its own task so the work got done in a logical, orderly fashion as the week progressed. With a few variations, it went like this:

    Monday-Wash Day
    Tuesday-Ironing and Mending Day
    Wednesday-Garden Day or Sewing Day
    Thursday-Market Day
    Friday-Cleaning Day
    Saturday-Baking Day
    Sunday-Day of Rest to Honor God

    According to "The New Homemaker", there was logic behind this. "Laundry was far and away the heaviest task a housewife faced, requiring a great deal of strength and fortitude to hand-wring clothes and carry big baskets of wet laundry to the clothesline from the washtubs. Monday was the day to do it, when you were still fresh and rested from Sunday. Tuesday’s ironing combined with mending made sense when you’d just been through the clothes and noticed what needed a button or a patch." On Wednesday, gardening was the logical choice during the summertime with sewing projects taking its place during the cold winter months.

    Growing up in the 1950s and 60s, I remember my mother’s ironing ritual following washday. Prior to the wrinkle-reduced features of permanent press and polyester fabrics, ironing without steam irons required alternate methods to remove wrinkles from cotton and linen fabrics. To prepare clothesline-dried laundry for ironing, my mother spritzed the items with water using a glass bottle topped with a removable aluminum cap with small holes in it attached to a cork stopper. You could buy the complete sprinkler bottle unit or just the cap to use on an empty soda pop bottle filled with water. After sprinkling the laundry generously with water, she rolled individual items tightly in separate rolls and allowed them to rest awhile. The rolls were then put  in a basket and covered with a damp towel to prevent them from drying out. Another method used in the day was to put the rolled damp laundry into a plastic bag and store it in the refrigerator. Using either method, the purpose was to allow the water to permeate throughout the fabric making it damp enough for ironing.

    I decided to give it a whirl. I had cleaned out a kitchen drawer today where I store my linen and cotton napkins that I use for my bed and breakfast table settings. It is quite time-consuming ironing the napkins as well as tablecloths, so I am willing to try anything to speed the process. I’ll let you know tomorrow on "Tuesday-Ironing and Mending Day" if our ancesters were on to something.

  • 2008_friends_school_plants

    Four days ago, I started planting my early season crops of peas, spinach, beets, radishes, carrots, Swiss chard, and leaf lettuce. I set out to grow a veggie rainbow, so my seed choices consist of organic heirloom varieties not found in the normal grocery store produce aisle. My "Easter Egg Blend" Radishes are purple, pink, and red. My "Gourmet Blend" Beets are yellow, red, purple, and orange. My "Bright Lights" Swiss Chard stem colors are yellow, orange, pink, and red. My "Purple Queen" Bush Bean is… well, purple.      

    Yesterday, my sister Rita and I voluteered at the Friends School Plant Sale held annually at the Minnesota State Fairgrounds in St. Paul. The event is so well organized, so our assigned task was really very simple. After locating plants on a pricing list, we attached a hang tag or inserted a wooden marker with the price already written on it. We were rewarded with a presale "golden ticket" which allowed us to shop the evening before the sale is open to the public, therefore we weren’t disappointed with sold out plants as has happened in our pre-volunteering days. For plants, just like my seed choices,  I looked for color. I purchased plants that will bear red, yellow, black cherry, purple, black, and orange tomatoes. My sweet peppers are "Valencia Orange’ and I bought two standard purple eggplants because their deep color is so striking. Are you beginning to imagine the color burst when these veggies are plated up in mid-summer? I placed the plants in my small greenhouse to await warmer springtime temperatures.  (See photo above.)

    From the plant sale I also selected two varieties of coleus. One has large reddish copper-colored leaves and the other variety has lime green and red wine-colored oak leaf shaped foliage. Besides the unique color combos, the reason I like coleus is that it brings back memories of Professor David Kramer’s Life Science Class I attended at St. Cloud State University twenty-two years ago. He used coleus for many of his lessons and labs so it, along with every plant and animal that was meaningful to his lessons, was all around us. My friend Pat shared a quote with me that best describes my emotion when I entered Dr. Kramer’s classroom. "In the forest, there is an incomprehensible order that to the mind looks like chaos. It is beyond the mental categories of good and bad. You cannot understand it through thought, but you can sense it when you let go of thought, become still and alert, and don’t try to understand or explain. Only then can you be aware of the sacredness of the forest. As soon as you sense that hidden harmony, that sacredness, you realize you are not separate from it, and when you realize that, you become a conscious participant in it. In a way, nature can help you become realigned with the wholeness of life." A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle   

  • After completing my volunteer shift at the Living Green Expo on Sunday, I browsed the many vendor booths set up in the Minnesota State Fairgrounds Grandstand Building. I was delighted to run across the Manitoba Harvest Hemp Seed Oil Company because I had been in my local food co-op on Saturday asking for hemp seed oil for a new raw food recipe I wanted to try and they didn't have any. I purchased two bottles from the company reps. I will ask my co-op if they can carry this brand for when I run out, but it can also be ordered directly from the company. (See link in recipe.) The Spinach Thyme Soup recipe, for which I needed the hemp seed oil, is from "Kristens Raw". I tried the soup recipe and it is very tasty and is, most importantly, extremely nutritious because of the ingredients and because it is uncooked.

    Spinach thyme soup   

    Spinach Thyme Soup
    Yield 3-4 servings

    3 cups spinach, packed

    1 cup water
    3/4 cup fresh orange juice
    1 zucchini, chopped (3/4-1 cup)
    1 clove garlic
    1 1/2 tablespoons Garlic Red Pepper Miso**
    1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar
    1-2 teaspoons raw agave nectar
    1 tablespoon dried basil
    1 1/2 teaspoons dried thyme
    1 teaspoon onion powder
    dash cayenne pepper
    dash Himalayan crystal salt
    pinch nutmeg

    Blend everything together until creamy. For extra pizazz, serve this delicious soup garnished with sprouts.
     
    *For more info about Manitoba Harvest, visit here.

  • Bees_arrival

    The former category titled "gardening, chickens, and birds" has a new addition… BEES! Dick and I picked them up this morning at Mann Lake Ltd. in Hackensack, Minnesota. It is too chilly today to set them free in their boxes, so they will hunker down in our basement in this screened box until Monday. The weather forecast looks promising for tomorrow, however we will be leaving before the crack of dawn for St. Paul to attend the Living Green Expo and won’t return until after dark. Therefore, a thick sugar-water syrup sprayed onto the screen will sustain them until then. I am feeling like when I was 22 years old and brought my first baby home from the hospital and was expected to know what to do to care for such a helpless little being. So far so good. The bees are happily slurping their sweet treat.

    Cake_cover_and_ice_trays

    I can’t pass up a thrift shop, especially the dig-through-the-piles kind. A ramshackle shop on Main St. in Hackensack held these treasures. I loved the ice cube trays’ pretty blue color… maybe to sort or store beads or buttons? …and the cake dome. No gushing needed. I did all that and more when I first set eyes on it.      

  • Bluebird_house_2

    After the harsh winter, our eight bluebird houses were in dire need of attention before the arrival of their house guests. Dick removed them from their pole mounts and replaced the board roof on four of them. Next it was my job to scrape and sand peeling paint, apply primer, then a final coat of paint. You can put linseed oil on the bare wood or you can paint the houses as long as you choose a light color. I found what I think is a perfect color. It is paint brand Valspar in color "gray pine" J100-6A. We mounted them 6 ft. above the ground by pounding an 8 ft length of rebar two feet into the ground. Next we slipped a 6 ft. length of 1/2" diameter electrical conduit over the rebar. Then we secured the house to the pole with two 1/2" electrical conduit clamps.

    Bluebird_house_closeup

    This particular design is the "Peterson Bluebird House". It was developed by Dick and Vi Peterson of Brooklyn Park, Minnesota after experimenting with over 5,000 bluebird houses. The front opens easily for cleaning by pulling out the nail that you see on the side. The sloping roof discourages predation by cats. The Peterson’s also built in features for insulation, ventilation, drainage, and ant control. For complete instructions on building these bluebird houses, contact the Minnesota Nongame Wildlife Program.

    The houses are set up in pairs 25 ft. apart to minimize competition between bluebirds and tree swallows. Tree swallows are actually a good thing since they consume thousands, maybe millions, of flying insects. Pairs of houses are placed 100 yards apart. They should be in place by mid-March to early April, but if life has tossed you in a few too many directions, don’t despair. Bluebirds will have as many as three broods during a season, although two is the norm, so just get them up as early as you can. You will be rewarded for your efforts when the first bluebirds arrive to take up residence and start their own little family.

  • Washday

    I started the morning by hanging out my first load of laundry this spring season. There are still patches of snow but, with temps in the 50s today, it is melting rapidly. The green grass is a welcome contrast to the landscape’s shades of winter grey.

    The table at the corner of the inn’s screened porch is a favorite for bed and breakfast guests to sip an early morning cup of coffee or tea and read the newspaper. Dick and I meet there each day for lunch while our guests are out and about in the Brainerd area. Judd Brink, owner of MN Backyard Birds, will retrieve my feeders from winter storage next week and set them up in various locations on our property. Soon birds will be flocking to feeders outside each cabin, in the yard behind Whiteley Creek Inn where birds can be viewed from several seating areas on the backporch, and from the porch at the end of the 1890 RR passenger car which houses the "Queen of the Meadow Blooms Tearoom" where breakfast is served each morning. Judd keeps my feeders and birdbaths clean and filled all season long with seed, nectar, fresh fruit, and water to entice a varied population of birds to our corner of the world.

    Judd has built his business considerably having also added bird guiding to his feeder maintenance service. I am proud to hold the honor of being his very first customer when he opened his new business in the spring of 2007 to offer a service we didn’t have in Brainerd. Judd’s expertise and assistance has helped me build my business by attracting not only birds but guests who are either casual birdwatchers or serious birders. Judd purchases his seed from Brainerd’s Little Farm Market, a business that has been around since I was a little girl. Do you see the circle of support among three businesses in this one isolated example? By supporting our local businesses, the economy in the town where we live goes round and round and benefits everyone. This is so important especially in these challenging financial times.

     

  • After reading my "outrageous old woman" post, my friend Pat shared some valuable links to three different web sites that referred to the shelf fungus that was used for Gladys's artwork. One site was a DIY message board that addressed how to dry and preserve tree fungus. Not only did I glean information for a future craft project, but a bonus awaited. The person who was answering the question, "How can I preserve a large tree fungus for a craft project?" had created his/her "signature" to display a quote. The message board is a live format whereby there is a question, an answer, another question, an answer, etc. Therefore, the person's signature quote displayed over and over everytime his/her answer was shared causing it to be embedded deeper and deeper into my soul. Here is the quote.

    Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~Mark Twain

    This quote has special meaning to Dick and I because since my "one more snowstorm" post, amidst the beauty of the landscape we have had some issues with the return of winter. Prior to the snowstorm, we were deceived by the few days of temps in the 60s and low 70s into thinking that below freezing temps were behind us, so we turned the water back on in our cabins in preparation for our bed and breakfast season opening in May. I know you are beginning to follow my train of thought. Yup, we have frozen busted water pipes, a cracked hydrant and filter unit on our second well that supplies all of the cabins, and even one water heater that needs to be replaced. Back to the Mark Twain quote… We were "more disappointed by the things that we didn't do" (letting the faucets' water run slowly, turning on the heat in the cabins, or better yet not turning on the water at all) than by the ones we did do (not a thing to prevent freezeup). We initially felt like "sailing away"… far away, but we came to the realization that everyone's life has setbacks, shouldas, if only we had… We will dig in to get through this and move on to be ready for opening May 9 and 10. "Twenty years from now", the only memory we will have of this event is that we will have become wiser by remembering that the end of April in Minnesota can be ripe with surprises and Mark Twain's quote will hold the meaning for me that he intended when he wrote it .

  • 42608_snowfall_2

    April 26th and the snow continues to fall… It has halted my garden preplanting preparation, but it is so very pretty! This is only a brief backslide into winter.