New Adventures

Well, life is very busy! Evan started school. I am getting more hours at the bookstore. Fair season has started for the knitting business. And I have started a new class! I am taking an Organic Vegetable Production class as part of this Umass online Small Farming and Sustainability Certificate.

It is a very exciting venture for me. I am not sure yet what this will translate into for my future but it feels like a good step forward. I hope to either find a job working to support farming or perhaps transfer to Unity college for an Enviromental Writing Degree. Regardless of what the future holds I think the knowledge will help me look at my land and home in a new way.

This blog started as a homesteading blog. I have shared trial and tribulations. I have shared the quiet pleasure of watching things grow and joy of raising my sons. I have shared what has happened in my garden and the amount of food I have put up over the many seasons that this blog has been going.

Now it feels like this blog can be a record of something else. The question I have been trying to figure out for myself over the last summer as the weeds have overrun the garden and the shelves are bare for this time of year is how does a single mother manage a homestead on her own. Is this something that needs a couple in order to be successful. Is it worth it? Do I have to sacrifice my dreams and principles because I am on my own?

I resist this kind of thinking I guess.  Stalwart independence perhaps. But homesteading has always just made sense to me. Perhaps I will have to compromise in some areas. I will have to recalibrate expectations. But I have to acknowledge certain truths that have always made sense to me. First and foremost, the more I produce from my own hands the less money I need.

 The one commodity I feel lacking right now is time.  It could be the time of year, it could be the schedule I have right now, it could be I need to let somethings go or perhaps I just need to find time to relax a bit so I can make better use of the busy time.  It is part of the work ( in the inner work) I am trying to figure out right now.

Either way I feel renewed energy. I feel like I have untapped resources that I can explore right now.

On the homesteading front, I am excited to have new laying hens. It has been several years since we have had some.  It is is such a treat to go to the coop and find a clutch of eggs. I took the old ram shed and turned it into a chicken coop. A bunch of friends came over for a work part and helped me fashion a coop out of scrap wood. I call it ramshackle chic!

Captain Curly

This is why I have children. Because when I come home after a frustrating day at work; when the mechanic tells me my car is not fixed, when I have to beg another ride to work, when I keep adding and subtracting numbers that never quite come out the way I need, my little boy bolts  across a field ,his blond curly locks boinging off the top of his head ,as he welcomes me home. All I can think about is what i have in the larder  to prepare for dinner that I can prepare with the least amount of effort. I have not been to the grocery store in days. There is no butter, the milk is low and there is just enough cheese for the boys lunch tomorrow. The new laying hens are hungry for laying mash but with no car and no money they are getting left over grains and scrap from the  kitchen. At least they eat.  

I am blessed in ways that I am just, now, trying to understand. I carried a load down the drive. My basket full of hats to sew together and bits and pieces of food that I will use to supplement dinner, my computer ( ever faithful companion ), and this burden of car repair and disconnected means. Evan runs to greet me. 

"mom,mom!" he shouts at me " you've got to see this!"  He leads me down the path to our house and cuts a sharp right, around the fire pit and  into this little shaded patch of grass where there are at least a dozen dragon flies swooping vigorously around. I see what he sees; this small little connection in the food chain enjoying a buffet of mosquitos from my tall unmowed lawn.  All I can do is be grateful that my little guy has found this moment for me. It is truly a gift.

Yesterday I called the crisis hotline.  The last call from the mechanic was not good news. The water pump turned into a radiator repair. Ex showed up to pick up Evan without a word to ask what is going on with the car. He knows that this is a challenging time for me.  I have not asked more of him than what he has offered. But I don't think that he comprehends that what occurs in my life also affects his son. So I find myself always in a position of having to ask for his help instead of accepting his help when it is offered. This doesn't feel good to me and adds to the weight I carry right now. It feels like he has power over my life. This is the work I have to do with myself, I know this, but I feel a great resentment towards him right now, that I am having a hard time moving past.

 And then there is just the grinding weight of all that is happening right now. Just divorced a week ago, panicked that I won't be able to make my ends meet this month, humbled by the generosity and care of people and hoping for just one break in the stress this week. My car needs to be ready to drive today, PLEASE let my car be ready to drive today. I just want to be with my friends tomorrow. I want Evan to see his friends tomorrow Iwant to plant flowers in my 

therapist's garden so I can feel like I have paid for my session. 

so he pulls away with our son in his working truck…and I call the crisis hot line, overwhelmed by my circumstance and the creeping anxiety that comes when it is the 20th of the month ( my wedding anniversary, yay me). Every penny I have earned; including some of  what my ex gives me,  has gone into some sort of car repair.  I have to make my mortgage in 11 days and it is going to be close.  Never mind gas for the car when it finally works and oh..this thing called  food

So I call weeping. I just need this week to be over. I need this moment to be over. The hell with living in the moment. Who wants this moment, this here and now?? Not Me!

the kind man who speaks in validating language just listens, asks if I am going to hurt myself "No, I just need to get beyond this moment.  It can only get better right?" I try to convince myself, but after this string of really rotten luck it is really hard to convince myself of this.

I know what I have to do next. I have to have a plan. What is my plan? My plan is go for a walk. No, my plan is to go for a run. I haven't been for a run in a good year but I am in pretty good shape from all the haying I have done over this past summer so I run. One mile, two miles, up the Glenn Harris Hill no problem…to the pavement, turn around…no keep on going. the running is easy, my body is needing this.. finally 5 miles my body says enough, I walk the last 2 miles home. The tears still come but my body feels released from this grip of stress that has it in knots.

The next afternoon after Evan shows me the dancing dragonflies I  get home and get to work on dinner.  Evan is plinking on the piano. I can tell that he is feeling some anxiety because he is extra cuddly these days. At one point his background chatter gets really quiet . Soon he is in the kitchen and on his face is a paper mask; ringing the mask are his sweet, sweet blond curls.. He wears a white jumpsuit that he has had since he was two and has been the vital element to several homemade Halloween Costumes. The sleeves are up to his elbows at this point. The pants are higher than high waters. Around his neck is a blanket he has had since he was a baby. 

" I am Captain Curly!" 

What can I do? But enjoy this moment. This simple goofy, kind magic that comes and pulls me up for just this moment…

Making Hay

So here is the burning question I have to ask....Who would actually roll in the hay? This was the question I asked myself as I was hauling bale after bale onto the wagon. My arms were etched in hay rash. Every inch of exposed skin felt like I was sunburned. Sweat compounded the sensation.

Last Friday was the first day of haying for the alpaca farmer down the road. As of yet I have not been able to find a job. Lots of seasonal farm work but that won't put food on the table in January. So in the meanwhile, I am grabbing any kind of work I can find. For the most part odd jobs. Farm sitting, gardening, house sitting, haying, computer instruction for the elderly couple down the road.  Not nearly enough but something is always better than nothing.

There are several  bonuses to this kind of work. I am getting pretty buff:) I don't need a membership at the gym (couldn't really afford it right now anyway). I love being out doors and I love hanging out with the animals I take care of. There is some flexibility with the farm/house sitting because I can bring Evan with me. This past weekend I was paid not only with cash but with eggs and wine! Omelettes served with a fine red for dinner! Cool!

While I am doing all this work I am still formulating my PLAN.  Gotta have a plan. So my plan is to find a part-time job, build Fleecenik Designs, and keep up with these odd jobs. Evan will no longer be homeschooled. This doesn't seem like a long term plan. No benefits, no health insurance,no vacation or sick time.  I'm forty-six and I am divorcing my retirement plan. Sheesh...All those silly statistics about women, divorce and poverty are definitely playing through my head these days. I don't have a college degree. So, well, what's a girl to do?

I have a friend who says," trust that the universe will provide. " For the small stuff I have found this is an okay philosophy. For the bigger stuff I believe we have to be a little more proactive. I gotta know my strengths and skills. I think I should probably look at going back to school and finally ask the question what do I want to be when I grow up? In the meanwhile, I'll keep pluggin' away with what I have...

Fleecenik Designs

One of the parts of my independence plan is to make and sell sweaters, hats and mittens that I make on a knitting machine. I sell my knitwear at 4 different artisan shops in Central Maine and at craft fairs during the autumn and Christmas seasons.  This used to be more of a hobby that would bring in some pin money. It has been very exciting to see this little idea grow. This fall I will be entering the jury process for the Center for Maine Craft. I also have an etsy shop. You can also find my shop on FaceBook.https://www.facebook.com/FleecenikDesigns

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LONG STRANGE TRIP

Well, this space has been rather silent over the last year. Sorta like I just dropped off the face of the earth. Much has happened since I last wrote an entry here.

Where to begin...

Well, I'm getting divorced. There I said it. It is not final yet. Lots of legal struggle ahead, I'm afraid but well...there ya have it.

I've been away from this space because the last thing I wanted to do was rant and rave on line. I needed time to figure out my own stuff: who I am if I am not a wife, what do I want my life to look like now that I am on my own, how did I end up in such an imbalanced relationship where I surrendered so much of myself for the sake of another. In the end I realized I was really unhappy in my relationship with my husband. I had needs that were never going to be met. I was empty. Now I am fulfilling. Yup, I am verbing it.

So what does that mean for Fleecenik Farm. How does one take a blog that was about herbalism, local living, gardening, homeschooling, wild crafting and general do-it yerselfed-ness ( new life, new vocabulary) and keep it going?

Do I want to keep it going? Yep, think I do.

Here is the thing. I still want to live this homesteading dream. Sure I have and will continue to make compromises. I've been alone on this land since last October. I struggle with learning all the things that Mark used to do. I struggle with the fact that try as I might I can only squeeze 24 hours out of a day. I struggle with the fact that, yes, I will have to find a job off the land. I struggle with the fact that I have been looking for a job for a while now and have yet to find one. I have an odd skill set that, as yet, has not translated into employment.

But, in the end, what has drawn me to this life style is the one thing that assures my success. I can live simply, I can grow my own food, I manage my time well and I am motivated to make it work.

Knowing this about myself I have had some successes over the last few months. I have really revved up my knitting business. I am in several artisan shops around Maine and I hope to have my stuff in a few more stores by the end of the summer. It is not providing significant income yet but by the fall I hope to be registered in several high-end craft fairs. The business is growing. It is just one piece of this puzzle. It is a significant one I am excited to watch grow.

I published a poem this past spring in a small poetry journal. I've been writing a lot of poetry. I used to write poetry all the time but blogging sorta filled that writing itch for me. Try as I might I just gotta write.

I am proud of Evan who learned to read this year. And Tristan is the fledgling standing on the edge of the nest flapping his wings. For the sake of his mother, let's all hope those wings catch some air soon:)

And so it goes...

Independence Days Challenge, Waning Days

This is the time of year when there is always a pile of food waiting to be seen to. I love this time of year,even if somedays, it can be a little overwheming. There is no greater sense of satisfaction than seeing the freezer fill and the shelves full of colorful jars.  When the food preservation season ends I always marvel at this annual accomplishment. No other job I have had has provided the same sense of satisfaction.

Even when the growings season has its challenges. The repercussions of last winter's warm weather are still being felt. When the weather does not get cold enough all sorts of pestulance ensues. Japanese Beetles are loving my pole beans a little too much. I may buy  some from the farmer's market for some dilly beans and the freezer.

Plant: beets, spinach

Harvest: Blueberry, blackberries, ( My friend Cherise invited me to pick a 2 gallon bucket full, Thankyou!) carrots, beans, zuchinni, nettles,tomatoes, lettuce, chard, basil,parsley,onions.

Presrved:froze beans,blueberries,blackberries, pesto. Canned bluberry jam, blackberry syrup,chicken stock, pickled carrots, nettle rennet. I made the rennet yesterday. I am going to try making some cheese with it this week. I will share my results with you later this week. Fermented cukes. Dried Basil and parsley.

Local foods: We have a highbush local blueberry farm we pick at every year. 1.50 a pound. Local meat, dairy.  I have begun to make deliveries to local seniors in our town for out community garden. I love this work.

Eat the food: Lots of zucchinni.  

Waste not: the sheep have been enjoying a lot of kitchen gleanings. They love carrot greens, beet greens and cucumber ends.

Want not:  I love lacto-fernted foods for the fact that they do not need new canning jar lids. Gas prices are going up. We are trying to find ways to combine trips and make sure the car is performing as efficiently as it can.

Learn something new: How to make rennet.

Time to Make Some Lists

Mark and Evan left early this morning to go for a bike ride down to the river. They plan to do some fishing and swimming. Tristan will probably head to the smithy this morning. This means that I am left to my own devices for a couple of hours. 

This time of year there seems so much to do. The garden is putting out some good food but the weeds are taking over. The inside of the house seems to be in a constant state of near disaster. It is a very small home and this time of year there seems no good way to keep it tidy for very long periods of time.

Now that we are nearing the end of July our thoughts are stretching toward the fall. Mark has decided to teach for one more year while he builds the performance part of his small business. He has been performing a lot this summer. June had 6 gigs and July has had as many.  He is now scheduling into September. I may be watching a friend's son for the school year as she heads back to work.  Evan begins 1st grade as a homeschooler. Tristan is beginning college prep this fall as he starts looking at art schools where he can grow his blacksmithing skills.

Meanwhile the work of home still beckons.  The work of the season is really upon us and I think it is time that I make some lists. When those things that need to be done are put in a nice orderly way they do not seem so overwhelming.

To-do List;

Outside:

Till the soil in the cold frame, amend the soil and figure out the lights for it.
Go blueberry picking at the U-pick.
Process those berries.
Buy sweet corn at the feed store. 5 dozen for 28.00.
Process the corn.
prepare empty spots in garden for spinach.
order meat birds
upgrade and improve security of chicken tractor
turn the compost pile
put a cedar post in the ground to hang bird feeders from.
weed and put down more mulch

Inside:
Start tackling each room with the aim of decluttering, de-spidering
Make an insulated curtain for our bedroom's sliding glass door
Finish the last bit of painting in Evan's room
organize cold room for fall crop storage, make a cinder block shelf behind the door for added storage.
I think I would like to find either a new shelf or cabinet for the kitchen to try to get a little more organized.

Handwork:
Make some draft snakes
finish Mark's new sweater
new sweater for Mark
finish the nieces's and nephew's birthday hats.
Make myself a new apron, I am inspired by this beauty!

Well, phew this seems enough for now.

So what is on your to-do list?