Friday, August 28, 2009

the apprentice


double rainbow


the beautiful mountains - is this a postcard?


fencing the beds


working in the sun


happy chickens


erin the apprentice


i dig the holes. happy.

finally, my cousin erin arrives from Houston to take on the task of "assistant" on our tiny farm. the past few days have held events phenomenal and tragic for our family and our loved-ones. the rain falls as thunder cracks throughout the nights. the weather cools and wets and then heats up again to inferno levels. beds are being built, seed catalogs filled with circles and dog-ears, and wonderful new stranger friends sign up for a share. the greenhouse is finally laid out thanks to our desert subdivision friends giving away piles of free scrap lumber as they build and remodel. photos galore.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

does it rain?

it began with the loudest CRACK i've experienced, at least the most jarring of my adulthood, the gray sky opening as though the weight of the watered-down clouds was simply too much for the sky to bear. huila and i ran outside and i pounded several nails into a 10 ft rain gutter ($3 at the Restore) across the 2X4 below the tin roof overhang on the shed with a 50 gallon drum positioned under each end. soaked, i stared at my work smiling, with hammer in hand as the rain fell first upon the roof, then into my gutter, and down into the drums, my sopping hair clinging to my head, my t-shirt clinging to my back. what a sensation, what simple pleasure, how overjoyed i was to watch a diverted spout of rainwater pouring deliberately into an intentional destination to save for later use. and now as the rain still pours the south side barrel is nearly halfway full and i will run out into the rain again to dance around my collected water as i watch the level slowly rise. the system is flawed, there is no outlet, there are no pipes, there is no gravity feed, there is no drip line.... as an aside, chez poulet is water tight, not a leak in the down-pour, and the babies safely tucked away inside. thanks to everyone who helped us pray for rain.

Friday, August 21, 2009

chez poulet, or... the hen house



they busted out the power tools on the club house turned chicken house today to seal it up for the little pullets. they're 3 weeks old today and starting to feather out in funny ways. we are really looking forward to moving the girls outside. check out the sky!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

school

grace began her routine today. we are going to carefully document our own version of school this time around. i mean, in Mexico we certainly followed a curriculum of sorts, a deliberate method of opening our senses and learning new things, even in traditional school settings at times, and grace became fluent in Spanish because of it, but this time we will have a printable version of "the 5th grade school year" by way of computer. i think the schedule is well-rounded, leaving room for flexibility and interpretation, but still bounded by a set of disciplining principles... okay, so that's questionable, but with grace it can't just be a free-for-all. she has no self-discipline in the sense that she will sit down to a project, goddess-help-us ALONE, and work on it for more than about 5 minutes before exhibiting her 'kinesthetic' ways and jumping up to twirl or chew on her tank top hem. even a canvas with the perfect 'tooth' and expensive acrylics, she will stand in front of the easel with her pallet for 10 minutes before abandoning it for a good prance about the house. yes, i jest a bit, but focusing 'American style' is just no good for grace. so here's the preliminary schedule, and because she began today, we will patiently observe...

8-11: wake up (that's a pretty natural hour for her these days, so we went with natural. she used to wake up loads earlier, but now i have a couple of hours alone in the morning) eat breakfast, relax, help with animals or outside with farm, reading time, maybe a "learning" creative computer game, but i really limit these, interaction with something stimulating, something intentional, carefully guided, so it's "her" time, but she's being constructive with it.

11 am: "school" subject - we often critique this notion of Westernized schooling, and i'm still not completely on board with "un-schooling" and it's baggage, so we use this hour to sit and focus on something of an "academic" nature. by the end of the hour i peeked in to where david was giving an artful lesson on WWI (it's relevant to grace's questioning of late) and she was rolling on the carpet with her pencil between her teeth. yeah. positively (and conversely), grace has a really high level of respect for david, and because he's such a great teacher, it's a good fit.

12-1: healthy lunch hour, time to relax, today they played battleship during lunch as an extension of WWI lesson and something about King Ferdinand and a torpedo?

1-2: Quiet time, room time (meaning her bedroom to organize, put things away, clean up if she chooses this to break up the day), art time, reading time, helping time (to help out with a project on the farm-stead) or reflection time, where she blogs what she reflected on/learned that day

2-3: "school subject" - we like to tie everything together and david's forte, aside from medical stuff and anatomy, is literature and art, so "lessons" will revolve around a person, an era, an historical event, etc. but this hour they are beginning the periodic chart, one element at a time. science is grace's self-proclaimed "favorite" and as i peek in she is sitting at a desk, asking questions, drawing hydrogen and really focusing. hmmm?

3-4: art time, reading time, project time, helping time, outside time, exercise, etc.

then she's off the hook as far as my watching over and guiding her time by the clock. if we can add in a musical instrument i'll be thrilled, but she's a "designer" so much more inclined to put outfits together, fashion show, cut out and glue collages, draw and sketch. this will be new and exciting for us and grace is much more anxiety-free not having to face the dreaded public school classroom. finally, i am open to suggestions.

Monday, August 10, 2009

chilly crocodile drops

our rain prayers were answered today, if only briefly. giant, slow, heavy, cold drops fell for a few minutes. we ran out in it and praised it probably more than was necessary. we'll increase our "rain dance."

Friday, August 7, 2009

early morning arrival






our friend at the post office across the highway called around 7:15 this morning and said, "your babies are in." i rushed over and pushed open the heavy, glass post office door and heard faint but beautifully uplifting "pi pi pio pi pio pi's" coming from a cardboard box with slats. i gently brought them home and david, having read my reaction and consequent actions, was readying the brooding box, our oversized, oblong (plastic) bathtub in the master bathroom where they'll live for the next month, i think. i'm still researching these marvelous creatures that uplift the soul. oh my goodness, 25 perfect, chirping, fluffy, baby chicks jumping into your hand and your heart... oh! seriously it's that magnificent. magic. the stuff i try to surround myself with. we purchased the mixed special, and at that it even came with one "rare" they threw in for excitement. just like babies, they emerged from their enclosed home each already filled with a very distinct personality, displaying different and unique behaviors, exhibiting their quirks. we gathered around the bathtub (grace in complete awe and talking nonstop and asking nonstop questions) and, naturally, many babies were named. we have giselle (the super model with long, almond-shaped eyes that look like they're engulfed in dark makeup), rosa, martin, and malcolm, the three black chickens with completely distinct personalities... hey. hey! it's funny. (especially because they're all female). sage woman (she looks wise), carmen (heavy red makeup and poofy hair), marilyn (platinum blonde with black diamonds), rebel (tall and daring), tiger (cause she looks like a tiger), comet (totally different from the others, a brown ball that shoots across the tub) and i think that's all for now. some are kind of less distinct, but i'm sure will become their own strong chick women. the low lighting in the bathroom does them no justice, so i will try for more pictures when i knock the shower out and open a door to the back porch, for shizzle, because the bathroom currently sucks.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

soil building


delilah helping out

i can't remember whether or not it rains here. seriously. i lived here from 2001 to 2003 and have been gone until very recently. someone asked me yesterday if i remembered how the rain fell... i have to admit that i do not. this past week it has rained in a perfect circumference all around us, but not upon us, and it makes me wonder. as i practice my quiet watchfulness, observing the land and her patterns, the wildlife, the many natural swales, i wonder...

and as i wonder i make soil. this morning, early because of the heat, i completed the pallet compost bins and finally moved the kitchen scrap to one, building upon free horse manure and weathered yard pilings in another. i chuckled to myself as i was working - to date i've only purchased a roll of bailing wire. i love bailing wire. but the point is that everything else has been "free" or radically recycled as i am fond of saying. the wood pallets, the manure, my trusty red wagon (all terrain vehicle), fencing, posts, rain barrels... the list goes on and on. and on my budget i've spent $5 on bailing wire, $35 on baby chicks that should arrive any day now... but that's about it. i am grateful for the gifts of the cast-away. they make for beautiful, and cost effective, farm infrastructure.


grace decorated the all-terrain-vehicle


cardboard, composted leaves and manure, topped with straw


only the beginning

Monday, August 3, 2009

and sow it begins...

the move was tedious, and tremendously satisfying. work has begun with important "first projects" - the compost project, the chicken coop project, the shade-making project, the soil building project... we're meeting all of our new friends - the beautiful tarantula in the peach tree well, wasps everywhere, bull snake by the water spigot, every species of lizard known to humankind, birds too numerous to identify in one day. this will be the content of postings for a while as we settle and learn the land.


the backyard

tarantula's home

one of many