I love this time of year. It’s such a temptation to go outside (even when I should be getting ready for work, like now!) and examine every bit of soil, every bud, every green thing appearing. I even look forward to the time when the dandelions all bloom at once. Last year, I collected dandelion blooms at their most open yellow brightness, saved them in the freezer, and made dandelion wine. When you see these weeds as a crop, the world around you is transformed. For now, though, I am entranced with every growing thing on this infant farm of ours… CoyoteCrow Farm.
Jenna at Cold Antler Farm posted on her blog yesterday about following your dream. At the end of her post, she asked readers to mention their own dreams in the comments. I wanted to share here what I ended up writing there.
I want to do work that I love. Right now, I think that will probably be something to do with making and selling something from home, rather than working for someone else. My current job is just a job, but the salary and benefits are very necessary for us right now. I want enough land for us to be out of sight from the neighbors. I want a garden and an orchard, chickens. I want a home where the dogs can run outside and not be hit by a car. I want a sauna with a wood-burning stove. I want to spend my time making things instead of emailing about nothings. I want to be a healer of some kind. I want to be happy and healthy. I want to enjoy my wonderful wife’s company every day.
As she says, there is power in putting ideas into words. Go, read other people’s dreams. I challenge you to share your own dreams, either in her comments or in mine.
I love the word Equinox. My amateur Latin interpretation reads this as Equal Night, short for Equal Day and Night. (My apologies to those Latin scholars out there, you know who you are!) We are on one of the balancing points of the year. Spring is starting, the whole planet is experiencing a twelve-hour day and a twelve-hour night. This happens only twice a year, in March and in September.
There is something personally special about the Equinoxes for us as well. Weez was born on March 20th (Happy Birthday, my love!) and I was born on September 21st. We each came into the world on one of these balance points. I believe that because of that, we each are a unique combination of opposing qualities, a constant paradox, unpredictable. We are also perfectly balanced with each other. The best possible case of opposites attracting–a pair that complements each other in all things.
I am taking the day off today (and yesterday) to celebrate Weez’s birthday and the coming of spring. Unfortunately, she is sick, so my celebration is a bit one-sided. The weather, however, is cooperating awesomely, although it is somewhat unseasonably warm. Yesterday I weeded out last year’s vegetable beds in the backyard, and combined them into one nice big raised bed–about 3 feet by 12 feet. I will start some seeds today, outdoors, because the soil and the earth are crying out for it. There is no life without risk of death, so I acknowledge that I am taking a chance of losing a few radishes and lettuces to frost, if we get a return to normal temperatures in the days to come.
In my explorations around the yard this morning, I saw…
…swelling buds on the pear trees…
…leaves coming out on the elderberry bush…
…new green growth on the blueberry bushes and the bush cherry…
…some perennial herbs returning to life in the medicinal herb bed…
…mini daffodils, crocuses, and little purple flowers blooming…
…crows flying by with twigs in their mouths to build up their nests for the season…
On this day of Equinox, also called Ostara, I wish you balance and the joy of new life.
Any time a seed sprouts and sends up new shoots, it is exciting.
The onions have been up for a while, but somehow, I can’t get enthusiastic about them.
The calendula were put into soil less than a week ago, and they have popped up wonderfully.
But there is something about the first glimpse of a tomato seedling.
No matter how tiny, the first glimpse of green on a plant that will feed us opulently this year, is a miracle. This calls for rejoicing.
This hint of green is better than any St. Patrick’s Day finery.
Check out my wife’s story of our garden.
I grew up in my grandparents’ house on 10 acres of land. My mother was no longer in the picture and my dad was often gone for months at a time in the Navy. My siblings and I would take vacations to our various aunts’ and uncles’ homes or go on their vacations with them. I shared a room with my sister when I was home from boarding school. There were always at least 10 of us and sometimes more at the dinner table. To this day I have trouble making small meals for just the 2 of us, especially mashed potatoes!
Now I don’t know if it was because we grew up without our own family house or if it’s the Irish in me but I’ve always longed for a place of my own. I finally realized in my 30’s it wasn’t going to happen unless I went back…
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But I find myself drawn to cranky, ranting libertarians on the internet. My first was The Survival Podcast. Run by a fast-talking, entreprenuerial, gun-loving, Arkansas-dwelling, libertarian modern survivalist named Jack Spirko, this podcast is usually fascinating, frequently educational, and occasionally off-putting. Awesome.
Recently I have come across another source: The Adaptive Curmudgeon’s Blog. A more mysterious figure, this one is written by a Northerner, living in the country, obsessed with heating with wood, and espousing the concept of personal responsibility.
As I am a New England-raised, knee-jerk liberal, practically pseudo-socialist, environmentalist, Unitarian-Universalist, over-educated, sometimes flakey, quasi-pagan lesbian, this may be a surprise to many who know me.
When I started listening to Jack Spirko about a year ago, I realized it was actually the first time I had spent any amount of time listening to someone who articulately and intelligently argued a completely different viewpoint than the one I grew up with. Most of what I had considered the absolute unquestionable givens of any reasonable point of view (Europe is better than America, Democrats are better than Republicans, the State is responsible for taking care of all of us, guns are evil and should be banned outright…) were completely rejected by this guy. I listened with fascination. This guy made a lot of sense. (Except when he doesn’t. I still think the climate-change denyers have their heads in the sand.) But regardless, is my viewpoint worth anything if I can’t even listen to someone holding an opposing point of view without freaking out? If I am so easily swayed, is my viewpoint remotely correct? If I believe anything that I hold to be universally true, it must be the idea that we do not all have to agree on anything–religion, politics, sexual preference, dietary choices. It is fundamental to the religion I belong to, to the country I live in, and to my deeply held beliefs that we must acknowledge and respect opposing points of view without villifying or refusing to listen to anyone who disagrees with us, simply because they do disagree.
Plus, these guys are funny. Go challenge yourself, and check them out.