Nature

Perhaps it was the hours spent pulling weeds and invasive vines that led me to natural dyeing and foraging.  As we worked, I wondered what can be done with these weeds?  It seemed a shame to ‘gather’ these plants and essentially throw them away, and quite ‘un-colonial’ not to use everything.

Coincidentally, I happened upon a copy of Euell Gibbons’, Stalking the Wild Asparagus.  Do you remember the Grape Nut commercials in the 1970s, with Gibbons talking about eating a pine tree?  He poetically outlines uses for many so-called weeds (more on the dandelion in a later post), but he does not mention the now-prevalent garlic mustard (Alliaria petiolata) and maybe that is because it was not as invasive then.  My research tells me that the deer won’t eat the garlic mustard, promoting its overtaking of the forest floor, and to add insult to injury, the scattered seed lasts for five years.

new season garlic mustard

On the new book shelf at the Library sat a copy of Urban Foraging by Ellen Zachos, a perfect guide for modern foragers with color photos and recipes.  She adores the garlic mustard plant, for “it’s insanely nutritious, higher in fiber, beta-carotene, vitamins C and E, and zinc than either spinach or kale. It’s also very high in calcium, iron and omega-3 fatty acids.”  She recommends making pesto from the foraged new season leaves and so we did.  Put your foraged garlic mustard leaves, salt, pepper, olive oil, Parmesan, and I added a dribble of honey, into the Cuisinart and voilà, yummy pesto.

Red dye is very hard to come by naturally in these parts.  Ever since taking an inspiring course with India…

At the moment, we have peepers inside & out.  The swamps are coming alive with the spring peeper. At night as you drive home with your windows rolled down, the noise is down right boisterous. When one hears the peepers, it is a sure sign that we have passed into the next season. However, we have a forecast for more winter weather on the way.

I continue to ponder about the inhabitants of this home—of what signs did they take notice? Did they mark the chorus of peepers as the coming of spring?

Two days ago, a small box arrived at the post office and M came home with 8 chicks. They are very active and when racing around their circular pen, they make peeping sounds—peeppeeppeep.  And then they sleep.

We heard that our kitchen was formerly a chicken coop, in the late 1800s. In the area above the kitchen, the floor used to yield corn kernels, for that area was the barn loft. A few years ago, we found corn cobs in the walls!

Two day old chicks

60 degrees at high noon. Hail at 1pm and snow showers at 3pm. Mother Nature’s April fool day joke, I wondered.

Martha Ballard diary page from Maine State Library

So I turned to see what the day brought in another year and picked up my well-worn copy of A Midwife’s Tale The Life of Martha Ballard, Based on Her Diary, 1785-1812 by the brilliant historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. Ballard, a midwife, lived on the river in Hallowell, Maine and thankfully Ulrich found her diary and brought it to us.

April 1806, Ballard writes:

1 3 At home

Clear and spring like. Grew cold at Evening. Snowed some. I have been at home. Irond my clothes &C.

2 4 At home
Clear and very Cold……. got up some wood for us. I have wound 3 skeins hoes yarn, wound & double 3 ditto

As the first of each entry, the weather is a constant character.

Ulrich, Laurel Thatcher, A Midwife’s Tale The Life of Martha Ballard, Based on Her Diary, 1785-1812 (Vintage Books, New York, 1991), p.286.

The New England Cottontail is becoming extinct, losing 86% of its young forest habitat in the last fifty years due to man’s development and succession forest. Ironic, on this Easter Sunday, to ponder the fact that Peter Rabbit might not be a threat to one’s garden anymore.

What would Beatrix Potter think about this? Not only did she write and illustrate captivating  books, but she also saved over 4,000 acres of land in England’s Lake District. Her sketchbooks and letters were recently on view at The Morgan Library—a feast for the eyes. Her letters to young Noel are filled with charming illustrations and one can see Peter Rabbit hopping across the page.

From the Coast to Coast Ramble in the Lake District

We need more people like Potter to save valuable land and leave it to the animals that roam.

As the snow unthaws and the swamps come alive, a harbinger of spring arrives.  Skunk cabbage.  The puce shoots jut from the ground.

skunk cabbage

Before the weather channel, homesteaders must have used signs to know when to trim the apple trees, when to clear away the leaves from the garden beds, when to look for the bears.  Indeed, on my morning walk, I discovered the prongs of the skunk cabbage in the swamps and late last night, I heard a black bear slurping birdseed from the feeder.

Harbingers both.