1.living life alongside my sister inspirational knitting conversations in the sugar snap pea rows dressing like twins without intending to spending precious weekend time cooking up a storm... and kitchen boycotts
2. picking flowers and making bouquets for market
3. Sofia Karlsson Our favorite Swedish singer, an absolute must-have in the cd player while doing those flower bouquets on friday afternoons. check out "Norr om Eden" on her site.
4. Spending every moment of my time (minus sleeping) outside, in the garden.
5. knitting specifically, stripes seem to be the summer theme.
this pattern is the current project on the needles:
6. watching his belly grow bigger every day with all that grass
7. A visit from 2 very special "family" members from Sweden
8. Dancing And having the joy of introducing something new to an old friend.
I really do. I have been meaning to blog, wanting to blog, seeing a million moments every day i want to capture on camera and share with you all, but here is my schedule: up at 4 am. eat. work. eat. work. eat. bed at 9. and a slow computer. But life has been happening. Real life. Real, raw-milk-straight-from-our-organic-dairy-farmer-friend's-tank life. Life that includes popping sugar snap peas into your mouth while you're picking, and one that makes time for putting up strawberry jam. One in which your body grows strong, skin gets tan, and yes, maybe a little tan-looking from the dirt.
And we even make time for fun. Mostly fun centered around food. How could food NOT be the main excitement and subject of conversation as we work in the fields all day, surrounded by delicious inspiration?
I wonder how everyone's summers are going. I hear Uppsala had some rainy weather in the beginning of June, but hopefully it's nicer now? I know how important a nice summer is when the winter can be so....well, depressing? Not every day, but i remember those cloudy, dark, slushy days as being a bit tough to get through.
But let's not talk about winter. SUMMER is here, and on the farm things are in full swing. I am loving this lifestyle and learning so so much every day. And my convictions are growing even stronger that I deeply desire to raise chickens and grow food, perhaps sell flowers, and do bees? honey and candles? I'm not sure of the specifics, but it sure feels good to be a producer and not just a consumer. Here is a link with more farm pictures....they are from june when i was dropped off in Minnesota by my mom and little sister.
Well, I meant to write about 3 weeks ago to say that I was moving yet again, and give all you precious readers a heads up. But the night before the 22 hour car ride just wasn't the time. And then I got here and it's all been a whirlwind. So this post will hopefully catch you up on the basics of where I am and what I'm doing. Then I can share smaller details of my life here every now and then. Which is all I'll have time to do I'm afraid. The blog most definitely must take the back seat to other things happening this summer.
So....way back in the middle of the cold, dark Swedish winter I decided that when I moved back to the United States I wanted to live with my older sister and dear friend Rebecca on her and her husband's farm in Southeastern Minnesota. Beautiful rolling hills, covered-in farmland Minnesota. I couldn't picture a better place to transition to life back in the States than to enjoy their friendship and work hard to help them realize their vegetable-growing dreams. They bought their 40 acre farm just a few months ago, and there is much to be done.
We wake up just a few minutes before 4 am (the 3:something is significant psychologically) nearly every day to be in the garden harvesting by 5 am. They grow an amazing diversity of vegetables, herbs, and flowers to sell at 2 farmers markets and through a CSA (community supported agriculture). No chemicals are used, just lots of hand labor, hand tools, and diligent weeding.
I hope everyone had a wonderful midsummer! I'd love to hear from my Swedish readers how you celebrated. Sadly I didn't get to dance this year or see little girls with flower wreaths in their hair, but I thought about Sweden a lot that day. I am teaching Rebecca a lot of Swedish this summer. She is a language lover and eager learner. It's very fun for me to keep speaking!
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who stand in the line and haul in their places, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Greek amphoras for wine or oil, Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.
Contra dance. If you don't know about it, or have never tried it, you must. Last night's dance was held in an outdoor pavilion. We had a roof over our heads which was edged with lights, a wooden floor, and no walls, bringing in fresh mountain air. The band was "Magic Foot" from New England. Four young guys playing fiddle, guitar, accordion, and drums. Am-A-zing sound. The night was like a blur. Lining up dances, reconnecting with old friends, spinning myself silly. And a post-dance dip in the pond. Can one do anything more invigorating, more smile-inducing? I think not. Check out this video on youtube for a peak at what it's all about. Many of the dancers on the floor are friends of mine, as is the talented fiddle player in the band.
I've undertaken 2 projects as of late. One is to copy down those recipes of mom's that I can't live without and find a little vintage wooden box in which to store them. I've already hunted at the flea market one Wednesday without success, but hopefully tomorrow's early morning trip will bring victory. This small task of going through her recipe box, pulling out those well-worn, stained index cards, and copying "summer pie," "apple dumplings," "strawberry pie" ...hmm i notice a pie-theme here...will save me countless hours and probably days of my life spent on the phone, asking mom for the same recipe over and over again, which I would then copy on a minuscule scrap of paper and shortly thereafter misplace. Not that I want those phone calls to end, really. It's a nice excuse for a chat, but I feel it's my duty and delight as a daughter to copy those recipes that my mother probably got from her mother, who received them from her mother...and there you have it; family history is preserved in the simple and everyday act of cooking.
The second project is this little "gratitude wrap," as it's been named by it's deisgner. It's a handy tri-folded wrap with 3 pockets on the inside to hold envelopes, paper, and stamps. A way to take thank-you writing and old-fashioned correspondence on the go. Don't look to closely at the photo, please. I'm really only just started to sew and my skills are depressingly few. It's a lot harder than it looks to cut a piece of fabric straight and carefully hem an edge without it ending up crooked.
So what about you? What projects, even the littlest ones, have you been able to spend time on lately?
On Wednesday evening we scrambled to pack our bags. On my short list: bathing suit, trusty green wool sweater, books (Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver, Bible, Lectures to my Students by Spurgeon), and various other things. Time of departure: 9:00 pm. Time of Arrival: 9:45. For 2 a half days the family took a mini-vacation at a friend's lake house, situated beautifully on the mountainside at the shore of lake Keowee, with a steep, leg-burning walk to the water's edge and a fantastic view of the blue ridge mountains.
Sometimes all you need is to change location to feel refreshed and filled with new energy. Even if all you do is tug your book from the porch at home to the new, awesome porch at the lake. ahem. The reading comes alive in a new way, especially as it is surrounded by such lovely activities as swimming in the still-cool May water, kayaking down long, secret coves, and exploring the local waterfalls. Oh, and eating. Why does food taste so much better after a day in the water and sun? We partook of steaks and red wine, homemade pizza with beer brewed in Greenville, and a "European breakfast" spread of cheeses and crusty bread.
Families, though they share a roof, can sometimes just miss each other during the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I haven't lived at home for any length of time for a few years now, and I'm realizing now that the dynamics of everything changed when all the kids turned into teenagers in what seems like the time it takes to turn one's head away and back again. You can't keep them in one place anymore...everyone has social plans in the evening. (except me...you can usually find me watching a movie with mom and dad or with my nose in a book:) So this lake trip was just what we all needed: family time, away from the possibility of someone leaving, with the great setting of a mountain lake as the backdrop of it all.
This post will be a blast from the past of sorts. This morning while on the computer I came across this report I wrote 3 years ago when I had just ended my time working on an organic vegetable farm in the mountains of Virginia. I had forgotten that I earned horticulture credit for Clemson that summer and that in order to finalize the credit I had to put together a presentation for a professor and Hort class at Clemson (during one crazy, blurry week in between returning from the farm and leaving for L'abri). It's a bit long, but I think it captures some of that excitement one has when you've come fresh off the farm in all your stained-tomato hand, strong-armed glory. If you're new to thinking about local food and small farms, maybe it'll be a bit educational too!
A Summer on a Farm in Virginia
Where I worked:
Last summer began what I see as a lifetime love of growing vegetables in a sustainable way.I worked on a 5-acre organic vegetable farm in Minnesota during the summer of 2005, and when I got back to Clemson in the fall, I immediately began looking for a farm to work on for the next summer.I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty again and to be involved in the growing movement for locally and sustainably grown food.What I found was Waterpenny Farm in tiny Sperryville, VA.The farm is located sixty-five miles west of Washington, D.C., nestled in the Shenandoah mountains in a county famous for its rural community.The farm was started seven years ago by a young, energetic couple, Rachel and Eric, who were excited about growing healthy food for people in the surrounding area.The farm is about ten acres of vegetables, herbs, and flowers, and the farmers hire five interns each year for the duration of the growing season.I was the fifth intern to arrive, and as I turned my car down the long driveway on a dusky spring evening and took in the fields for the first time, I remember feeling so much excitement about being a part of Waterpenny Farm.
What did I do?...a LOT!
When I arrived at Waterpenny, it was mid-May, and there was a lot of planting yet to be done.The greenhouse was full of tiny plants, some more ready than others to stretch out their roots into the soil.Since the farm uses all organic growing methods and is relatively small, the work is very labor-intensive.The first several weeks I was there, the bulk of the work consisted of mulching, planting, and weeding.The farmers’ method for planting, after preparing a bed with the tractor, was to lay black plastic with a line a drip tape underneath for irrigation.Once this was done, mulching was the next task to complete.The farm bought large, 500 lb. hay bales from a nearby farmer for a discounted price, and the 5 interns, all strong women, proceeded to push these bales down the aisles in between rows for planting.The hay was often wet, moldy, dusty, prickly, and always heavy.The justification for this apparent torture (and I say apparent, because like any hard labor, once your muscles adjust and your mental side accepts the work at hand, it is quite bearable) was weed control.Waterpenny farm is surrounded by a river and the land is called “bottomland,” meaning it is low-lying and the soil is very nutrient-rich.It also means weeds thrive there, and mulching is one of the major methods of organic weed control.The benefits of mulching include the suppression of weeds, protection of soil, containing moisture in the soil, and less disease spread since rain doesn’t hit the soil straight on.Once a field was mulched, planting was done in the cool of the evening into holes in the plastic filled with a bit of a fishy-smelling liquid containing trace minerals.Weeding was also a constant presence on our list of things to do, though using black plastic and mulch eliminating much of the weeding.
Each morning, beginning around 7:30, the crew of interns met with Eric on the picnic table in between the two houses.There he would give us the morning’s duties and usually say something rather unrelated and hilarious.His sense of humor was quite necessary at times to face the hard work with a positive attitude.Once the summer really came with its long days and hot temperatures, the little plants we’d placed so lovingly and hopefully in the ground burst forth and began requiring a lot of work from us to harvest the fruits they produced.By the end of my time at Waterpenny, the schedule included harvesting on every day of the week.Some vegetables, like summer squash, required picking every day, but others, like tomatoes and peppers, were a twice a week event.Our mid-summer hours were 7:30-12 and 2:30-7, with weekends sometimes going longer.
The Marketing
The vegetables we grew were sold at 3 farmer’s markets and through a CSA program, where shareholders pay at the beginning of the season to receive a box of fresh produce each week.CSAs, and there are a few thousand in the US now, help create a relationship between farmers and their customers, they provide people with incredibly fresh food that has traveled only a short distance to them, and they give people an understanding of eating seasonally.The CSA at Waterpenny Farm generates about $50,000 during the winter and spring months, which is helpful to cover start up costs like seeds.The work involved in the CSA for the interns included harvesting the vegetables, packing the boxes, and contributing to the bi-weekly newsletter.There are 2 Saturday markets, one in Warrenton and the other in Charlottesville, where Waterpenny sells plants in the spring and produce in the summer and fall.The Sunday morning market in Takoma Park, MD, near DC, is the most profitable market, with a good day generating over $4000 in only 4 hours.I had off on Sundays, so I usually went to the Warrenton farmer’s market by myself.This was a big responsibility as it required waking up before 5 am, setting up the stand in the dim hours of the morning, and continually making change and making the display beautiful during market.To provide local people with access to the farm’s vegetables, we had a self-service stand in the barn where customers bought whatever had been recently picked and paid in a little tin on the counter.The stand required no worker to leave the fields, and often two or three hundred dollars would be generated on a weekend day.Waterpenny Farm is a great example of a farm that is not only environmentally sustainable but also economically sustainable.I believe many people think that organic agriculture is economically unrealistic.But I experienced first hand this summer a real family making real money selling to people who were eager to buy their produce.In fact, every year they have to turn people away from their CSA, and if the farm wanted to be bigger and sell more, they could, as there are farmer’s markets every day of the week in D.C.Eric and Rachel are very smart with money and keep a detailed account of how much is spent and earned on the farm.Labor is their highest cost, as five interns hired for up to nine months at $600/month adds up.
Learning
Eric and Rachel really made this internship educational, which was a major reason that I came to Waterpenny.Manual labor in the heat, cold, rain, mud, and bugs can be mentally difficult if you are not aware of the greater purpose and are not learning why you do certain tasks.A lot of the teaching took place in informal conversations in the field working with the farmers or in the van on the way to market.I had a lot of questions, and they were happy to answer all of them.We also took field trips to other farms twice a month.This showed in a big way Waterpenny’s commitment to education to stop in the middle of a busy week and drive one hour to visit a farm, even though there was endless work to be done at the home farm.It also gave the interns a greater perspective on sustainable agriculture to see the different methods employed at each farm.We visited people doing sustainable forestry, where trees are selected on a “worst-first, tree by tree” basis and hauled out by work-horses which have a minimum impact on the forest.We saw a homestead run by an industrious couple in their 70s who grow Christmas trees, an acre of vegetables, keep bees from which they make honey and candles, grow mushrooms in their woods, make jam from their berries, and host educational events at their farm.We went to a flower farm and got a whirlwind tour of exotic flowers none of us had ever seen before.We visited farms bigger and smaller than Waterpenny, and we got to make cheese and watch the milking happen at a farm in PA where the milk we drank all summer came from.In addition to off the farm field trips, Rachel and Eric gave several talks on the farm, giving more details about the CSA program, farm machinery, and the water quality in the bordering river.I learned more than I even thought I would!
Community Living
Not only did I learn about growing and selling vegetables, but living and working with 4-6 other people all summer taught me valuable lessons on sharing space and how to have healthy relationships with all kinds of people, some very different from myself.The interns lived in a small house together, most of us with our own rooms, and we shared cooking and cleaning duties.Whoever was the chef for the night’s supper got off work 30 minutes early to prepare the meal.We must have said at least a hundred times this summer while enjoying a meal, “we eat SO GOOD here!!”It was true, as we had several talented cooks who took our already tasty vegetables, threw them together with minimal other ingredients, and created amazing dishes.It certainly makes the work easier when you are personally excited for the basil to grow big enough for a harvest for pesto, the first tomato to ripen, and the winter squash to come in for soup.Every Wednesday we had a house meeting where anyone could bring up any issues, good or bad, that needed to be addressed.This communication was essential, and it helped our small community to thrive.The enthusiasm for agriculture coming from each person was unique, and it was contagious.When one of us was feeling worn out, another would be ready to go, and this helped balance everyone.Also, the interns’ relationship with Eric and Rachel was not strictly employer-employee.Each week we took turns cooking for each other and eating at each other’s houses.We all got to know and love their baby Nicholas, and it was a great learning experience to watch their family simply living life.
All in all, I can’t say enough good things about my summer internship.The location was breathtaking, the work was fulfilling and important, and the community was a joy to be a part of.I learned and laughed a LOT this summer, which is a great combination.I grew strong, got a good tan, and I ate a lot of yummy, healthy vegetables.What more could you ask for?
In the kitchen, baking bullar with my little sister. Cinnamon and cardamon buns. It's Home-Ec week here for the homeschooler. Coming soon are lessons in sewing, cooking, and gardening.Driving on the rural roads above Greenville and happening upon Gap Creek Church, which I just read about in a book with the literature class I taught in Sweden. It felt like the story came to life, just seeing that old church.Hiking to Rainbow Falls in Jones Gap. Seeing gorgeous wild rhododendron, noticing a recent forest fire's damage and then the prolific new growth's appearance. Feeling the cool breeze of the falls and catching the evening sun rays on the hike back. Spring is here, and in the mountains you can almost feel the extra oxygen filling your lungs.
One of the gifts that comes with living abroad is the ability to see your homeland in a new light upon returning. It's both a curse and a blessing to be forever comparing things between the 2 countries. I've had a head full of thoughts the past 2 weeks, but a few in particular have stood out.
1. America is a car culture, and there is a serious lack of alternative ways of getting around. There are no bike lanes, precious few trails, and no way to get from one town to the next except by car. I feel trapped in my parent's neighborhood. When I want to take a walk from my doorstep, the choices are: walk on the side of the road (and get people stopping to ask if i'm lost....yes this happened), or fight through the overgrown briar patch in someone's woods behind our house. I miss the city forest and hågadalen of Uppsala immensely.
2. People in the southern United States are SO friendly and easy-going. I spent the first week trying to remember what the appropriate social behavior is here. I would go running, and up comes another runner and I'm thinking as they're quickly approaching should we wave? smile? look down? avoid eye contact? The runner passes by with a big smile and a breathless "hello!" and I smile in satisfaction to remember how neighborly we can be. I've spent the past 2 years trying to remember NOT to say hello to people I don't know. In the South, it's no big deal to wave, smile, and say a nice hi. Love that.
3. My definition of what is "bad weather" has changed. People who live in the sunny south easily complain when a rainy day comes, but they just haven't realized how bad it can be. Besides, rain is beautiful, makes things green, and we're in a drought! Compared to the winter darkness and 75% slushy days in Sweden, I feel only grateful.
4. American food can be (depending on how you cook or where you eat out) too much. My palate has become accomstumed to the plainer fare cooked and eaten in Sweden, and some of the food I've eaten here, particularly in restaurants, is just too much flavor, too much sugar, too many competing spices.
5. The native wildflowers here are beautiful and unique, and why has it taken loving those swedish wildflowers to realize that we have our own beauties? Fields of blue bachelor buttons, red sourweed, yellow daffodills, and these delicate purple ones whose name I don't know. There are no vit sippor, but the flowers and blooming trees are gorgeous here in their own right.
I'm sure anyone who has lived abroad or even traveled extensively can relate to the way you see things at home in a new light. Care to share you stories?
Continuing in my title theme of alliteration... Every Wednesday, rain or shine, summer or winter, there is a place nestled in the foothills of the mountains where people come to find treasures, to sell junk, to haggle a price, and to chew the fat. It's name is the Pickens Flea Market, and it is one of my favorite destinations to travel to when I'm home. If my European friends ever come visiting (and you are ALL welcome) this is one of those unique cultural oases of the South that must be included in the itinerary.
There are rules to the market...unspoken, learned-over-time rules. Don't bother with the table where the vendor knows the value of their antiques. Always ask a lower price, and act pained and poor if they seem like they won't budge from 5 dollars to 4. Find that table where a woman just cleaned out her grandmother's house and is simply trying to get rid of things. Go early....at first light.
Well, now to the part you've all been waiting for...the report. This Wednesday I found a beautiful sterling silver, turquoise bracelet which I immediately fell in love with. It was $25. Hardly dirt cheap, but a deal for the quality of the piece, and when I realized that I made exactly $25 mowing my neighbor's grass last Saturday, the purchase was easily justified.
Also found were 2 ginger jars (orignally named for Chinese jars used to hold ginger) which will make nice vases for cut flowers. ($6 for the pair) A glass lemon juicer ($2). A gorgeous vintage linen table cloth, perfect for a small 2 person table, and 3 thin cotton/linen handkercheifs which will function as cloth napkins in my future life, when I actually have a home in which to put all these things ! (oh, and the total for the linens was $4).
From an evening bike ride... And from a back porch fika. We seem to live out there these days. This is my little sister Caroline, who has grown up SO much since I've been gone. I feel I'm living the life of luxury just getting to spend so much precious time with my parents and 3 younger siblings who are living at home. We knit, we read, we visit, we make music, enjoy good food, and study the Bible together. And we TALK....my southern accent is coming back quickly. The word "y'all" has been resurrected at least.
