a whole new world

Five days after my last post, I had a baby. I knew I was going to have a baby, but having him come three weeks early was a surprise to all of us! After a somewhat challenging 24 hours of labor, I gave birth at home in a birth pool, as planned. My midwives were great, and my partner was wonderful through the whole experience (and after). Since then, we’ve been home caring for this new little person, who is marvelous. Okay, he cries when he’s on his back, pees through his clothes, and poops on us while we’re changing him. But still, he’s delightful, as I’m sure any new parent will tell you about any new baby. Still, it’s nice to have friends and family share excitement about his arrival; I know I’ve been excited about the arrival of the babies of my friends and family members, and having known many previous babies does nothing to diminish interest in each new one. There’s a way in which meeting a person who simply didn’t exist last year (or last month, or last week, or in the case of your own baby, just five minutes ago!) will always be a special kind of thing.

When I started this blog, I didn’t intend to write about anything so personal as a child. I didn’t have a child, and I wasn’t planning to have one down the line. As you can imagine, though, my daily life (which is what I try to write about here) is now oriented around child care and will be for the foreseeable future. It’s my hope that I’ll still cook (and I have plenty to tell you about the mountains of vegetables we’ve been working with around here) and garden and observe nature and go to plays and the like, but I imagine that the most interesting aspects of all of these things are going to become the challenge of accomplishing them with baby in tow. So we’ll see how things go. Right now, the sprout is tiny and life is all about eating and sleeping and bathing for all three of us. Plus the occasional videoconference with grandparents (his and mine) and the perennial question of what to do with seven butternut squashes and sixty pounds of apples.

So, while I am now a parent, this is still not a parenting blog and it’s unlikely to become one. I will, however, continue to tell you what we did with the squashes (tonight we’re having couscous, yesterday I made squash bars, and a few weeks ago we had orzo) and the apples (this year it’s likely to just be pies for the freezer, crisps for us, and fresh apples for eating; no one has the wherewithal to make sauce).

a whole new world

birds : Philadelphia Vireo in the backyard

I just spotted a new life bird, a Philadelphia Vireo, moving through the trees in my backyard, a gift of both the fall migration and the weather being cool enough for me to open the blinds while I sit at the computer. It stayed long enough for me to make it outside with both the binoculars and the book and confirm the identification; two windowpanes and a screen introduce a fair amount of uncertainty into these things.

I had just the other day been trying to determine if I had the oomph for any kind of birding, as it’s something I’ve missed this summer what with the heat and the not being able to walk very well and barely being able to open my eyes in the early hours which are ideal for birding. Now that the migration’s on, though, I could probably make it to the lake around 4pm at least once and just see what’s around. Or, I could continue to just look out the window and let the birds come to me!

birds : Philadelphia Vireo in the backyard

breaking the long silence

Things, as we know, don’t always go as planned. The big news around these parts is that I’m pregnant, expecting a baby in October. That’s not the unplanned element; the unplanned part was the way in which this situation (and all the accompanying ailments, small and large) coincided with a terribly hot spring that has continued into into a miserably hot summer. As a result, I’ve done very little over the past few months in the way of the sorts of things I normally write about here: cooking, hiking, gardening, birding, et cetera. Since I don’t plan to turn this into a parenting chronicle, I’ve been silent.

All of my plans for the garden have fallen by the wayside: it’s hanging in there (thank you, drought-tolerant natives), but we’ve done little to encourage or develop it. The rose for which I had such high hopes (and for which I bought the pyramid trellis, about which I never blogged because I was absorbed with other things) has turned out to be only a sprout of the stock variety, not the vigorous New Dawn climber we were expecting. So, we’re going to uproot it and move the Blaze climber from the backyard to the trellis this autumn, after adding more compost to the soil over the course of the summer. It won’t be as striking as the pale rose would be, but it should be nice enough. I had great plans to use the excavated dirt from the dry well that was installed as part of the completed basement project (another event I planned to write about this spring but never did) to grade the side of the house where the worst water problems recur, but we haven’t gotten around to that and now it’s just too hot and dry to undertake a project of that nature. On the positive side (hah!) the two little struggling azaleas in that spot totally gave up the ghost this past month, so that’s fewer plants we’d have to worry about relocating. In all seriousness, we just haven’t had the mental or physical energy to make a plan for a new garden on that side of the house, dig up the turf, move the plants at the side of the house, layer the dirt, and then reseed or replant or do whatever it is that we’ll do for which we don’t yet have a plan. I’m not sure what that means for the future of the pile of dirt, but it does mean that the side of the house will be grass that slopes toward our house for one more year.

On the food front, we’re trying a new farm share this summer, through Lancaster Farm Fresh Cooperative (LFFC). We’ve generally loved subscribing to Even’Star Organic Farm (and hope to be allowed back into the winter share), so the choice to try something new in the summer was a tough one. We were swayed by a few factors: LFFC is farther north, and I hoped that would mean that we might see more of the crops that Brett struggles to grow organically in the local heat and humidity; they offer a half share which we thought might be more manageable, especially as my interest and energy for cooking has waned these past months (more on that momentarily); and we were able to also purchase a fruit share, which I again hoped would be less pesticide-laden than what I can get from local farms due to the difference in location and climate. So far, the variety has been different (made possible in part by having a number of farms as suppliers) and the volume has been similar to that of our full share; not quite what we expected! The fruit shares start this week, and I’m greatly looking forward to that; I’m hoping to see an overall cost savings in our budget as fruit is something that we normally purchase at the markets all through the summer. In terms of keeping up with the cooking, I’ve had more energy the past month or so, but my partner picked up the slack for the first six months of the year, and it wasn’t always pretty. We created very high-quality compost with the greens that just got away from us at times, and it took us a while to get back into a rhythm. We’ve been doing well lately, although meals have consisted largely of turkey burger (or chicken sausage) plus cooked vegetable plus raw vegetable plus lettuce (which I think we’ve probably seen the last of in this regional heat wave). Healthy, yes, but not particularly creative. At the moment, we have a stockpile of several varieties of sweet(ish) onions and many zucchini. We’re working our way through the zucchini (sautéed each night and made into muffins at least once a week), have a couple of eggplants waiting to be made into baba ghanoush, and I plan to make onion relish this week (tomorrow, if I can get organized early enough in the day). So far it’s early enough in the season that plain sliced cucumbers and tomatoes are still refreshing; soon we’ll likely need dressing and herbs and a variety of other flavors to spice them up. And, with the acquisition of our new chest freezer (another exciting event that went totally unremarked upon), we’ve frozen almost all the bunches of kale we’ve gotten this summer and will deal with them at some point in the future. Likely they’ll find their way into soup or lasagna or something else that can be prepared, frozen, and then reheated in the fall when we’re definitely going to be struggling to find time to eat, let alone cook.

With regard to the rest of the house, we’ve been working like mad people to create space for another human being. That’s entailed putting everything back into the basement post-repair and moving everything out of the shared office (into the attic, basement, or family room), which leaves us with a family room that is going to need some rearranging and redoing. It has also left us with an empty room, however; my partner has painted and installed a new light fixture, and we’re working on the next step of acquiring furniture and blinds (while the paper blinds from Home Depot have worked fine for us in the upstairs for four years now, I figure this is a good excuse to start getting real ones installed). We have been blessed with generous friends and bountiful thrift stores, so we are fairly well-stocked in the baby clothes department, at least in the sizes up to three months. Getting a dresser into the room will go a long way toward clearing some of the clutter in other parts of the house, where stacks of minuscule outfits are accumulating. Getting the bed will go a long way toward me not wondering where the heck we’re going to put an actual baby. At any rate, at the end of this preparatory process we hope to have new fans, working smoke detectors, and a much more organized house (out of necessity more than anything else; we’re not living in the largest space over here, although the family room addition goes a long way toward improving that).

Now that I’m simultaneously more energetic and stuck mostly inside because of the heat and smog, I expect to have at least a few more updates before the end of the summer. I may even fill you in on what we accomplished this spring, but don’t hold your breath.

breaking the long silence

birds : new life birds at Greenbelt Park

After being woken up early this morning, we decided to make the most of it and go for a birding walk (something we haven’t done in months). We first headed to Lake Artemesia, and kept on driving when we saw a park ranger directing people into the lot and a big sign announcing a fishing event. Bazillions of people fishing with their kids does not for good songbird sighting make. Since it was cool, windy, and early in the season, we opted to give Greenbelt Park another try. We’d heard that it was nice, but were too scared to get out of the car when we were greeted with a huge BEWARE OF LARGE NUMBERS OF TICKS AND CHIGGERS sign at the entrance. The sign was off when we arrived at 8am this morning, which is probably a good thing; when we left around 10am it was again advising people to be alert for ticks (which is a warning we expect in this part of the country). After making a loop of the park, we located the open picnic and parking area and headed off on the Azalea Trail, a 1.1 mile loop (whereon we did not actually see any azaleas, although some of the understory shrubs might have been ones that had already bloomed, it was hard to tell at a distance).

The first bird we spotted was a Yellow-rumped Warbler, quickly followed by a pair of Eastern Towhees. I’ve only seen them a few times before, and it was a new bird for my partner. Further down the trail we then broke our necks craning up into the very tall trees to eventually locate and identify a Red-eyed Vireo, worth the trouble as a new life bird. It was also a bird we were able to confirm via its song, which allowed us to not feel the need to break our necks a second time when we heard (and eventually did spot) another one a few minutes later. The other exciting find was an Ovenbird in the scrub, a songbird that forages on the ground and looks like a very small thrush. After some time of tracking it through the brambly undergrowth, it obligingly hopped up onto a higher branch so that we could get a nice long look at it. Once back at the parking lot, we saw Barn Swallows and a couple of butterflies: an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail and a Red-Spotted Purple (which reminds me that I saw a Mourning Cloak in our town park about a month ago now).

Overall, it was a pleasant trip and the ring road meant that joggers were generally keeping off the hiking trail. As a note for next time, in the interest of keeping ourselves as tick-free as possible, we’ll probably bail from the trail at the end and walk back to the car from the road to avoid having to hike across the playing field (where the Azalea Trail terminates).

birds : new life birds at Greenbelt Park

garden : irises!


One of the lovely purple bearded irises.


The purple irises against the side of the house.

I love irises. There’s something about them that I find jaunty, and jauntiness is a quality I value highly in a flower. Also, they grow by the sides of ponds and lakes and in swamps, so I enjoy them as I enjoy everything else about water ecosystems. In my garden, I now have three species: German bearded (tall purple and yellow, shorter white, and some mystery varieties that haven’t bloomed yet); Siberian (only acquired last spring, so not yet blooming); and some shorter native ones (larger taller blue and shorter smaller white). I purchased the natives, but the others were gifts from neighbors. This spring I’ll be moving the shorter white irises into a new spot at the corner of the front bed, which will hopefully give more room for the taller ones to propagate. Eventually, I’d like to have several areas bursting with color-coordinated irises, and (as with most things in my garden) that requires patience and organization in the absence of a large monetary outlay. (This is also the plan for the daffodils, by the way: identify them by color, move those that are similar into clumps together and hope that they multiply over the course of several years if left largely alone.)

Of course, the area with the irises is precisely the side of the house that is slated to be dug up, steeply graded, and replanted later this summer. Which will be great opportunity to separate the yellow flowers from the purple ones, assuming I keep track of them adequately in the interim. Look for little bits of plastic tied around stems, that’s the best system I’ve devised so far.


The short native shade irises under the dogwood.

garden : irises!