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34 trips around the sun.
More sun warmed berries.
Homemade ice cream cake.
A couple of my favourite meals.
A handful of wildflowers picked by my loves.
A pretty little pottered mug.
A walk through the pasture and along fence rows.
Feeling a little like Anne Shirley dreaming about the possibilities.
Kid playing in the old claw foot tub.
It was another nice one.
go gently + be wonderful
We shall see. On Saturday we celebrated 7 years of marriage by making the drive to Cobourg for their BuskerFest. It was a bit of a bust, but the Beavertails and beautiful sandy beach more than made up for it. We also got 10 minutes to wander quietly and aimlessly around Chapters while Gramma and Papa wrangled the kids. It was glorious. It has become a bit of a Father’s Day tradition to go to the Farm for the day.
We tasted the first sun warmed berries of the year. The kids “helped” Nana transplant the peppers and tomatoes. (We decided to skip putting our garden again this year…for a few reasons.) The two dads worked at cleaning seed with a 100 year old fanning machine. Like I said, it was a good one. What were your weekend highlights? go gently + be wonderful e.
The kids love visiting the farm.
While Grampa and Nana did chores Poppy and Silas ran around the barn wildly exclaiming “This is a happy place!!!” over and over again.
It was Dad’s birthday on Thursday.
We were going through old photos when Silas saw one of me when I was about 6. He brought it to me and said “Look, that’s you. You were a boy!”. Then he looked up at me and said “But now you’res a girl”. Sigh…yes, it’s true, I looked like a boy for most of my childhood.
We ate copious amounts of lemon birthday cake and artisan bread while chatting about home projects and writing topics.
If Silas had his way he would have stayed the night…and taken Nana’s porcelain piggy home to sleep with.
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Perhaps it is because we miss having a garden (some may even call it guilt for not putting in a garden). Or it could be that it appears to be a bumper year for all the things that grow. Or perhaps still, it is the most delightful warm Autumnal weather we’ve been experiencing since the deadly July heatwave. Whatever the reason, we find ourselves pulled into the woods and trails in search of berries this summer more than ever.
Of course, we made batch upon batch of tasty apple butter in our first summer here, but the jars that weren’t eaten right away went bad. There were a number of things we could have done wrong. We could have tightened the rings too much, I am quite certain I heated the lids more than once, I washed the jars, but didn’t sterilize them, and lastly, I didn’t “process” them in a boiling bath after sealing. We will do it differently this year with the help of Ashley English’s book (in fact, her whole Homemade Living Series is a wonderful resource) and some diligence.
In June we picked and froze 15 quarts of organic strawberries from Ellenberger Organic Farm and made a wonderfully large jar of garlic scape pesto from the large bag of scapes they graced us with. I made it just like a basil pesto and we ate it over pasta with tomatoes. With the leftover scapes, I blended them in the food processor with olive oil and froze them in ice cube trays for cooking throughout the year. It made about 35 cubes.
We own about 4 acres, but are surrounded by about 80 more which is owned by a lovely couple who only camp here a few time per year. I have fond memories of picking the abundant blueberries while we visited Mike’s home of Newfoundland, so we were quite excited to find a couple handfuls along the shore of the pond a week or two ago. They were no comparison to Newfoundland’s berries, but it was a bit like finding treasure.
We have both pin cherries and choke cherries here as well, but this is the first year they have produced like this. Chokecherries don’t taste like much when eaten off the branch and the seed apparently contains cyanide, but when made into a jelly, they remind me of childhood and fall. We were able to pick 3 quarts from the two small bushes behind the house and made 12 125 ml jars plus a pint. We went by the book this time and they all sealed successfully. We have plenty more on the property so another batch or two may be in order. I think they will make nice Christmas gifts this year.
While picking the chokecherries we noticed crazy amounts of blackberries (or what we assume are blackberries) growing fairly low to the ground on what we assume to be young bushes. We are a little unsure now as we found two types while we foraged for our dessert yesterday afternoon. In abundance, we found the smaller berries low to the ground, but then we happened upon some larger/taller bushes with the more characteristic shape and size of blackberries. Both taste similar, and both types came off with the rasp inside (unlike a black or red raspberry where the rasp is left on the bush). No matter how you slice it, they tasted decadent, still slightly warm, atop our Kawartha Daily french vanilla ice cream. The kids were in their glory despite the mosquitoes and scratchy bracken that was often taller than them. Berry loving Poppy was especially happy to pick to her heart’s content which she quietly did while Silas made sticks into swords, put rocks in his basket, and saved himself the tedious task of picking the berries himself and thieved from mama and daddy’s baskets. We covered a lot of ground and spent over an hour for only a quart and a half, but it was fun and we figure we’ll be going out each night for our dessert until they dry up.
The apples look a bit small, but oh so abundant and just beginning to blush. We’ve purchased a clamping apple peeler, corer, and slicer in preparation for our apple-filled fall.
So though we may not have a garden this year, and though we’ve only made it to one farmer’s market this season, we are still enjoying the fruits of the season and we’re ever so grateful that so much of it has been found in our own backyard.
go gently + be wonderful
This weekend was a good one. It was, after all, Canada’s birthday. Unfortunately, my camera was either at home or suffering a dead battery so we only managed pictures of Sunday at my dad and step mom’s farm, but I assure you it was good and full.
intensive clean-up + reorganization of our upstairs
buy one get one deals
Combermere Farmer’s Market on a damp and cool morning
a long wait for the best damn homemade donuts you’ll ever eat
a day spent at the cottage with my step dad, step sister and her wee family
sword fights, flower picking, fishing, bbq, bunnies jumping on a bed, grazing, matching jammies
two loaves of dutch oven bread
piling the last few bits of wood (the epic job of 2013!)
Poppy obsessed with riding Dad + Janet’s new horse Nutmeg (or “Meggie”, as she likes to call her)
Grampa practicing his lasso skills on willing grandkids
watering the animals
checking for eggs
naked tub fun
tractor…always the tractor
too tired to stop for fireworks…maybe next year
hulling strawberries while sipping our morning coffee
iron + wine
a new lawnmower (our neighbour repairs and sells them so we traded in the old one)
into town to meet friends for Canada Day celebrations
the anthem + feeling grateful for being born in the best country.
the petting zoo
free Kawartha Dairy ice cream
slowest free balloon service ever!
Waiting in line for food only for them to run out
toads+ coffee in the garden
a quick stop at Kawartha Dairy for chocolate milk + ice cream + waffle cones
that chocolate milk rocked my socks, wondering why I don’t drink it more often
feeling rather smug as we watched all the tourists making their way back to the city
homemade veggie pizza for supper
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rain + sun + repeat
a dirty playful dog
thinking the kids would get more use out of an old tractor instead of a swing/slide set…perhaps with a slide dismount
nana’s popsicles, jello, + homemade ice cream
some raspberries + horseradish to transplant
iced tea outside
lilacs + bee bums
bringing the giant horses in + the kids begging to ride them
grading potatoes with toddlers is laughable
dirty, happy, tired kids
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Today we had planned to take the kids out to the free admission Peterborough Zoo and for ice cream.
Last night we found our car won’t start.
It isn’t the battery.
The car gods must have heard we are planning to trade in our car for a slightly larger family vehicle this Wednesday.
This sort of thing, this feeling of powerlessness and frustration, tends to send me in to a panicky tail spin.
Mike is piling and splitting wood to burn off the worry.
I thought it may be a good idea to count my blessings and compile a short list of what I am grateful for.
- We are all healthy and well.
- Two vibrant, happy children and another on the way.
- Mike’s wonderful job with wonderful benefits.
- Our house in the country.
- I get to be a stay at home mom and homeschool.
- Poppy’s empathy/sympathy and resislient nature, wild hair, and sticky-uppy toes.
- Silas’ intensity, eyebrow playing, story telling ways.
- All of our secondhand furniture.
- Free Slacker Radio (specifically the Billie Holiday and Classic Country Station).
- A freezer full of organic beef, pork, homemade quiche, and corn.
- Well stocked cupboards.
- Our line of credit which saves us in situations such as this.
- Being able to pay our bills.
- Our large front gate is finally fixed.
- The wood pile (that will keep us warm next winter) is slowly getting sawed, split, and piled by this wicked cool husband of mine.
- Only using 2-3% of our propane tank last winter.
- Our Hydro bill equal billing is going down.
- I found a way to shave $411 off our yearly home insurance premium.
- After much debate and research, we will be getting a white 2013 Nissan Rogue on Wednesday with a fair trade in price for our Versa.
- New cars, their warranties, and all their new bits and perks.
- Pachouli perfume.
- When Silas farts and grins a surprised grin while saying “Oops! I burped in my pants”.
- The return of our “honey bird” (hummingbird).
- Winnie the Pooh movies.
- The lilacs and peonies and apples that grow around our house.
- The two chickadees flitting about in the cedar tree as I write this.
- Nag Champa.
- I finally reached the bottom of dirty clothes mountain and found that was in fact the horrible smell lingering in our front room…ahem.
- Our two clothes lines.
- Every month, we get a little further out of debt…most of the time.
- Our interest free loans from parents.
- That the kids’ adoration and excitement for dandelions exceeds even my own.
- Being able to (slowly) build a new website and facebook page for Ellenberger Organic Farm. They help us in so many ways and we enjoy being able to pay them back in tiny tokens such as this…until we can pay them back for real.
- My anchor.
- Kind cottaging neighbours who don’t get mad when Huck goes for a swim at their cottage and tears around like an idiot.
- Our abundance of eggs.
- Lemon meringue pie.
- Play sand.
I know I am just scratching the surface here, but it does make me feel better.
Now, a no complaining + no whining policy is in effect for the rest of the day.
go gently + be wonderful
Firstly, I apologize for my absence and secondly, I thank you warmly for your kind emails to check in on me. At 5 weeks of pregnancy the all day nausea hit me like a tonne of bricks and the depression that always accompanies it followed close behind. Up until now, even the thought of signing into my blog account made me feel nauseated.
Alas, I am 19 weeks along and aside from feeling a bit gaggy in the mornings, I am feeling much better now. Phew, that was a rough ride!
I am a little ashamed and saddened that I have only a handful of ho-hum photos from the past 3 months, so indulge me while I attempt to record a few snapshots to remind us all of what these month looked like…
- We had our 18 to 20 week ultrasound on Monday and found out that we are having a GIRL! The kids have been saying girl consistently whenever we ask them so it was no big surprise to them. We waited to find out for our first two, but thought it would be fun to find out for our last one. It feels really nice to know…though I do have that nagging thought that they do make mistakes.
- The all day nausea lasted from 5 weeks until about 15 weeks. I made the whole 10 weeks without throwing up and then randomly at 18 weeks, I barfed my guts out. The same thing happened with Poppy.
- If I had picked up my camera you would likely see pictures of Silas dressed in a straw hat and lady gloves while exclaiming “Iiiiiit’s show time!” and you would see Poppy dressed in her flapper hat, lady gloves and a purse declaring she was ready to go to the bush.
- We spent a great deal of time laying on the couch watching movies. The funny thing is that I felt so guilty, but the kids were happy…likely because they had me all to themselves to snuggle and play with. I also realized just how well they get along and play together. They almost never fight and almost always share there food and toys with each other with a simple offer or question “You wanna share with me Silas/Poppy”. They really are the best of friends and I am so glad they will be homeschooled to foster that relationship.
- I wonder how this new little girl will fit into the mix and dynamic. Both kids are excited and ease my worries when they bring toys for the baby, kiss my belly, and shush each other so as not to wake the baby. Silas found a play stethoscope at the local thrift store and immediately held it up to my belly and said “I’m just checking your baby. I’m a doctor.”
- There was lots of lego, books, and puzzles by the fire.
- Evening games of Uno in which Poppy actually began beating us until she lost interest and left the game after 4 or 5 hands.
- The Waltons
- Poppy has become quite crafty and resourceful. When I take to long to fill a bowl with water for her to use her watercolour paints, she will spit in them and begin without me. She used the same principle just yesterday when she wanted water for the mud pit they love so much. She peed in it and I was able to stop her as she was about to proceed playing with her new mud. Don’t worry we promptly filled the area in with 10 bags of play sand last night. The black flies swarmed us, but with bug nets over their heads, they played happily for nearly an hour without so much as a single bite.
- Speaking of the mud pit, one warm day this week they were able to strip down and become completely coated in dark, rich mud. All was fine and dandy until Silas snuck inside, waited until I spotted him, slammed the door and ran squealing into the front room and onto the couch where he flailed around until I could get him off and into the tub where he surprised us all by pooping. He has never done that and I think he was more shocked than Poppy and I.
- Poppy has been sleeping in her own room, but Mike has been staying with her until she falls asleep, but about a month ago she started asking to go to bed and falling asleep by herself. This is a very big moment for us as we have never wanted to let her cry it out.
- We have been moving Silas to his own toddler bed in their shared room after he falls asleep, but most nights he finds his way back into our bed.
- Poppy loves to draw, but shows more creativity with paints. My favourite pieces are a portrait of Daddy and a colourful caterpillar.
- She has also begun spelling and writing her name by herself and has learned the sounds all the letters of the alphabet make.
- Our 9 hens are laying well and we can barely use up all the eggs.
- Our red headed rooster has started to attack us. It began with Silas, then Poppy, then Mike, then me. He isn’t brutally aggressive, but enough to be annoying. The good news is that when he attacked Silas and Poppy, Huck was there and gently pulled the rooster off of them by the tail feathers. We are hoping to find a new home for him or he may end up in the freezer.
- Huck has been a frustratingly stubborn dog, but he is wonderful with the kids and keeps a watchful eye on them. If they run out of sight, he will follow and sit with them.
- Our area had a lot of run off water, rain, and flooding this spring. We weren’t affected by the flooding rivers at home, but our basement did gather some water which was frustrating, but so many people were evacuated and likely have severe water damage to their homes.
- Mike and I will be creating a new website for Ellenberger Organic Farm. It will have a lot more comprehensive information on it. I will let you know when it goes live, but if you’d like to see more up to date photos, videos, and what is available when, etc, be sure to like their new Facebook page! It was a great maple syrup year for them.
- Mike’s Mom and her partner were up for a visit as they made their way back from Florida to Newfoundland which meant that Mike and I were able to get into the big city for our first night away alone in over four years. We visited the St. Lawrence Market where I nearly passed out due to low blood sugar. I sat on their lovely outdoor patio area where Mike fed me strawberries, cookies, meat sticks and water until I recovered. We then walked on to the Distillery District. Then up through a sketchy part of town and through Cabbagetown until we reached our hotel (An old Victorian house that Ernest Hemmingway lived in while in Toronto). Once talking to the kids and freshening up, we made our way through the posh, douche chill inducing streets of Yorkville to a little Indian Restaurant where we enjoyed a lovely, quiet meal while simultaneously remembering why we like and love each other. We then sipped on coffee and hot chocolate and strolled through aisles of books. In the morning we rose early and enjoyed a stroll back down Bloor until we arrived at the ROM. We sipped more hot beverages and ate a small breakfast while chatting and people watching until the museum opened. With one set of butterfly wings, one set of dinosaur wings and a dinosaur mug, we made our way back to Union Station by way of the bustling Yonge Street. My feet still hurt, but the simple memories are good ones that should carry us through to our next getaway in another couple of years ;).
- Turns out that making baby girls makes for a fatter sicker mama. With Silas I was able to wear the same pair of non maternity jeans throughout the whole pregnancy. With this one, I peed on the stick and my pants stopped fitting. Sweet lord, it is going to be a long summer!
- There are so many lilac blossom promises this year. How I love the wild flowers and perennials that grow around this little house…wild roses, peonies, poppies, lilacs, daisies, cherry and apple blossoms, and black eyed Susan’s, oh my! My mason jars shall runneth over this year!
- We are hoping to get honeybees next spring. I do love the dear little creatures, but would like to get the family allergy tested before we get them to make me feel better.
- Mike is still making his way though our giant pile of firewood logs which means Mike ventured into chainsaw ownership and use. He was pretty excited. We hope to save up for a much more efficient wood stove this fall.
- We were very pleased that we didn’t owe any taxes this year! We got a $10 return, but paid $80 to figure that out.
- Poppy has a new habit of posing very seriously for photos. It is hard to explain, but it often translates into a very sad looking little girl even though as soon as I take it she breaks into a smile and asks to see it. It is as though she is being artistic beyond her years. Just yesterday she spotted the patch of cheerful dandelions in the yard and ran out to pick them in her fairy jammies. She brought more and more in and then arranged them ever so carefully in a small mason jar. Of course there were some very stoic poses for mama and her camera, but I did manage to capture a couple candid joyful faces.
- Silas’ favourite new word is “dirt bag”. It is something we lovingly call him from time to time, but it likely sounds horrible to onlookers who watch Mike take him into the washroom of the restaurant to wash his hands while he hollers playfully in protest “Let me go you dirt bag!”. Funny stuff.
- I purchased a 5 year journal on our little getaway to the city and look forward to recording a little bit about our everyday days.
Well, there you have it. I know I’ve forgotten so many tiny good moments, but now I will have something to come back to this winter as we work away on our annual Poppy, Silas + Little Girl (We have a name picked, but will attempt keeping it secret for now) book for the grandparents.
I hope to see more of you these days and catch up on your own spaces again.
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a day saved by a fun song
Skype with Newfoundland family
a painted birthday cake for Grampa
a happy dino + a pretty little painter
A visit with family at Ellenberger Organic Farm
organic potatoes +chocolate cake pops
Baby name talk all the way home (I think we’ve decided)
a cold house + a nice fire
Today my dad turns 60.
He is a wonderful father and grandfather.
He isn’t one for saying the words, but his actions and warm hugs have always spoken loud and clear.
My parents divorced when I was about 2 so I spent every second weekend, summer and other important holidays with him and my step mom. He worked a lot and I often wished I could spend more time together. I relished the days I could skip day camp and tag along with him at his work. Sometimes I would hold the horses for him, sometimes I would read in the truck, sometimes I explored the farms, but I always loved watching him work; a true craftsman. I loved the nights he was left to his own devices to make supper (it was always Pop Shoppe sausage and fried potatoes).
After insanely long days of shoeing horses he would always be sure to come to my room to say hello and goodnight; the scent of burnt hoof and barn still heavy on his clothing. I remember him drilling a hole into a golf ball because we were curious as to what was in the middle. I remember all sorts of dumb little ideas I had that he would help me with without even batting an eyelash. I remember him teaching me how to drive the tractor and, by some stroke of luck, I changed gears “on the fly” and he was impressed. He is always busy with working and farming, some might even say a workaholic, but he always has and had time to teach me things and to be curious together. He has taught me that anything is possible, or at least worth exploration, and to go against the grain no matter how unpopular it may be. He is the kind of parent I want to be.
He never gave up on me when it may have been less painful to do so.
And now we make up for lost time.
Happy 60th Birthday Daddy.
We love you.
go gently + be wonderful