Thursday, August 18, 2016

All Chores Great and Small: Some Unique Tips on Handling What You Don't Want, but Have, to Do

Having OCD or being a neat-nick is not something of which I can be accused.  My German mother was...all during my childhood. She was absolutely obsessed with cleaning, to the point of dusting the house every day.  I've not spoken with her in some time but I am led to believe that she has abandoned this obsession, having replaced it with others.  God willing some of those are healthier obsessions...but who knows.  Anyway, I only dust when company is expected in large numbers, or when engineering a major rearrangement of furniture (something I love and which will likely be the topic of another blog post), or when moving.  I vacuum much more often only because the results of not doing so are (I believe) far more obvious and I do have some capacity for self-consciousness and, apparently, that is where it resides.  

But back to childhood and cleaning habits.  People with genuine OCD develop it in many areas beyond cleaning...counting steps, flipping light switches a certain number of times, etc.  That switch never flipped on in me.  But I keep a distinct memory from age 13 when an appreciation for time management and planning awoke in me.  It was an early evening when I had stolen some time to walk to my friend's house, about thirty minutes away, and it was time to head home and handle some chores.  I say "stolen" because I was not permitted to do much of anything that was not in service to, or for the benefit of, Her Majesty.  Cleaning, working in the garden, doing housework...all received the stamp of approval.  However...going to a friend's house to hang out, staying after school to participate in sports, trying out for a part in a play...all of these were met with a blank stare and a quick veto, simply because they did nothing to enhance the value or appearance of our home or Her lifestyle.  The occasional sleepover was all right, but in its wake came a period of servitude that ensured that I had earned the right to act like a normal American pre-teen.  So, as any (surprisingly understandable) pre-teen would respond, I chased normal by stealing time.  Later, I would cut classes and keep silent about early release days in order to go record-shopping after school.  But...more digression and possibly another wonderfully nostalgic blog to come. 

This particular early evening, I hoofed it homeward with chores on my mind.  As a result of my detour to the friend's house, I now had a smaller window of time in which to finish the list of chores on my plate.  Not quite panicking, but wondering how best to handle finishing two loads of laundry, dirty dishes and kitchen from dinner, and vacuuming a few rooms.  The wild card was that the exact time by which all had to be done was indefinite.  My mother worked in a restaurant in the evening, and depending on business, she could get home as early as 9:00 PM or as late as midnight.  As I walked, I let my mind touch on the horrifying possibility of walking around the bend in the driveway to the open garage to see her Mercedes sedan parked inside, the precise German engine still doing its slow tick as it cooled.  If she beat me home, I was dead.   And this was not figurative...this was the 70s, when nobody made it their business when you came to school with bruises.  And if by chance some liberal school staff person did notice and have the gall to take you into a private office to nonchalantly interview you in ways that would gain your trust and keep you from clamming up and get the truth as to where said bruises came from, you would probably opt to think fast (which you learned to do) and make up a story about how you poked yourself with a tree branch while playing in the woods.  Wow, okay...enough digression.  And I don't know if that last one ever will result in another blog...we'll see.

So I rounded the corner with no Mercedes in sight.  So far, so good! No one home to threaten to turn me in.  Even better.  And so my relieved mind was left to work.  Where to start?  13 year olds are not the most organized people in the world.  But the opportunity to triumph and save oneself can often lead one to glory and growth. And so...I began to grow.  And think.  And plan.  And my new friend, logic, introduced itself in a quiet voice inside my head.  "Which would make the most sense to start with?"  it asked.  "How are these different tasks structured?"  And the magical thought that is the basis of my method..."Which one can be started and walked away from?"  That would be Laundry.  And so, I started a load of laundry...and folded the load that had been in the dryer.  And the momentum felt good.  When I was done folding, the wash was still going...so it was on to the next task.  In case the Mercedes pulled up in a moment, which undone task was most visible?  Easy...the dirty kitchen.  And so, dishes were done and kitchen cleaned.  Not just that, but as I worked, I realized that I could make it fun.  Could I finish the dishes before that load of laundry was done?  And off I went, and yes, I did.  I began to clean the rest of the kitchen and was only about halfway done before the laundry was done.  Into the dryer; another load in the wash; and then the next challenge...I knew I could finish the kitchen before either the washer or the dryer buzzed...but how much of the vacuuming could I get done? And I stood back for a moment, amazed at the strange little competitive facet I had found to all of this.  I even realized that, if that garage door opened below, even now, I was safe.  The laundry was all either done or in some machine; the kitchen was sparkling; and as for the vacuuming, I could always make up some insane story that the vacuum cleaner would not switch on all evening and now suddenly did!  And so off I went...happily vacuuming and finishing all of it before it was time to go back to the laundry and fold another load just in time to throw that last load into the dryer.  I was even in bed before the closing bell rang.

Now, this might all seem quite mundane.  And I may seem nuts for posting it.  But you've read it so you've found yourself with no room to criticize.  Welcome!  But put it in the context of its own time...the lens and perspective of that 13 year old who lived in domestic fear and was trying to find ways to implement some risk management...and, in the process, discovered some strategies that have followed her into adulthood and served her well.  This shaped my ability to manage time and tasks very well.  I call it "task stacking."  It basically means the concept of pairing longer, more drawn-out tasks that run themselves for much of the time, requiring only the occasional check-in, with shorter-term tasks that require your full attention but only go for spurts.  The above is an example of that.  I've often been surprised to find that a lot of people do not naturally pair tasks in this way, and do not automatically see a multitude of tasks as being easily scheduled in a way that creates flow and, above all, incredible efficiency.  I've seen these folks get overwhelmed and upset, and feeling trapped.  Also, everyone likes a little competition, even if it is with themselves. Just that little bit of side-by-side racing can make mundane work a challenge.  All that you have to do is to view tasks in terms of units of time; and, if you have ever played Tetris, you can figure out how to stack them in a way to where they measure up and fit nicely, permitting you to make the most of an hour.  This small change can make a huge difference in how much can be accomplished within that hour.  

This might all work very well for an afternoon of household chores...but what do you do when you've got that cluttered guestroom to clean out.  Or that garage where no one has ever put anything back where they got it from?  These kinds of projects can take the wind out of anyone's sails.  And the payoff can be hours, days, weeks, months, or years away, especially when you never get around to any of it.  

The secret?  Never tell yourself that you will get it done in one weekend.  As a matter of fact, never waste a weekend in cleaning out the garage...there are better things to do and that is not what weekends are for.  Nothing can make for a worse Monday morning (or Sunday evening) than to realize that it's all been spent in toil, and not something enjoyable.  Your weekends are your R&R time, and if you're going to work, it needs to be at something you love. Putting in your new vegetable garden, or painting your bedroom don't count as work if you really love doing those things.  And, as a matter of fact, if you love tackling big projects that you can see come with a big payoff (i.e., cleaning out the garage so that you have a nice new workspace for working on your classic project car), and you can't wait to do it, then by all means...spend your weekend cleaning the garage.  But if not...you can't begin the project and expect success by letting it steal your hard-earned weekend.  So that leaves the question...when?  From where do you get that extra, hidden time?  

Easy...the weeknights.  Those hours that you almost don't notice, that evaporate as you come home from work and reflect on your day, and ramp your energy down toward bedtime.  Now, I am not talking about working late into the night so that you wake up tired and unrefreshed for your new day.  Again...stop thinking in terms of big blocks of time.  Treating a big project as if it must only be tackled with big blocks of time is where most people go wrong. Think of the tortoise and the hare, the former of whom won the race by going slow and steady; or the old saying that the greatest of journeys begins with a single step; or the line toward the end of the novel Cloud Atlas:  "...what is an ocean but a multitude of drops?"

In short, chip away.  Each day, or couple of days, plan to put in some time when you come home.  Start dinner, change clothes, and give yourself one hour.  Or a half.  Or two.  It depends on you and on the day.  If you are genuinely tired, or don't feel well, or have made fun plans, don't worry about it.  What matters is that you come home a few days a week and put in some time.  As for time keeping...stick to your limits.  Set an alarm! You gave yourself an hour and that is all you will do.  Once that buzzer goes off, you are done.  Off the hook.  Go eat, go watch tv, go do whatever.   

The result?  Let's say it's an hour each day.  What you have to see is that over the course of a week, you've put in four hours. After hat first week, stand back and survey your space.  You will be amazed at what you've accomplished after just that week.  And an amazing thing happens when you see your progress.  You begin to enjoy it! And then, you will usually find that when that buzzer goes off, you've been on a roll and you want to keep going.  Bump it up to two hours if you want.  Or slap the snooze button.  Week three might find you having put in twice the time as week one.  Eight more hours...a full day.  And it was not a precious weekend day, to boot.  That weekend day can instead be spent having fun...because you have earned it.  At some point, you will look at your work space and realize that you've made a huge dent...or that you are halfway there.  Nothing makes for better motivation than that.

So these are my biggest tips for tackling tasks.  I've used this sort of time management in my work and in my home, and it's empowered me to get a tremendous amount of work done and responsibility covered.  I hope that these dorky and quirky little hints are of help to you, the reader...and that, at the very least, I've given you something new to consider.              

Monday, July 25, 2016

Annuals: How Climate Change and Diligence Make Them Worth the Trouble

We all know that there are annuals, perennials, biennials, and big permanent things (that would be your shrubs, trees, bushes, and other grownup things planted by people who believe in the future without caring if they will be here to witness it).  Or perhaps they think that big things grow faster than they do.  Or perhaps they are in that class defined by one writer...to paraphrase, that the definition of altruism is an old man planting a sapling tree...it is something that will provide shade that they themselves will never know, for people that they will never meet. 

Or perhaps they don't overthink.  I digress.  This post was to be about annuals.  Namely, how I have come to see them not only as one of those frivolities that one must make room for; but as an expense and addition to the garden that really is worthwhile and worthy of a piece of the budget.

When I first got into gardening, I bought what looked nice...what I liked.  Not a lot of thought into location and light, watering needs, microclimates, pests, deer, or anything past pure attraction.  Kind of how I dated, as well.  Then, following that same trajectory of maturation, I began to put all of my faith into perennials.  The move from South Carolina only deepened that feeling.  On that topic...gardening in the south had its challenges, God knows.  The heat, the humidity...the brief spring and only slightly longer autumn.  Once you figure it out, though, you can marvel at how your houseplants tripled in size with one summer vacation out in the shade.  And how some annuals really could serve as good groundcovers, growing a phenomenal amount in six weeks (hypoestus, the polka dot plant, is one).  Tropicals are a dream in that climate...the banana/musa, the gloriosa lily, all sorts of amazing beauties.  

Moving to Washington State was a real change.  Overall, a positive one.  Lower humidity made gardening an all-day sport, not one to be dashed out and finished before 10:00 am to avoid sun stroke.  And the first time that I smelled water on air dry enough to make water vapor detectable, it was euphoria.  But after fifteen years in the South, there were adjustments and things to be relearned.  The long periods of rain mean rot for a lot of things not taken into the greenhouse, or properly buried in layers of mulch.  I lost quite a few dahlias that way.  Maybe there are no Japanese beetles, but there is black spot and mold...also, a few roses have gone onto greener pastures (somewhere).  But finding myself in a climate with longer periods of cold and wet had me completely veering away from anything that was spent after one season.  Only something that was engineered to be there year after year caught my fancy.  Dependability...WITH flowers.  Or herbs, or fruit.  That was what made the cut.  Annuals seemed like a foolish investment...buying anything that was done after that one season was not an option, since sunny seasons here can be short.  

Or, rather, they used to be.  If you want to know if global warming is a genuine phenomenon, ask a gardener.  Or a hiker who really pays attention to the flora on their favorite trail, year after year.  We see the plants that come way early, that one year, and the year after; we note when new plants show up, never before seen in a region this cold, because last winter, we never had that hard frost that turns most things into a melty black sop.  And it's not always a bad thing that the cold comes and puts a stop to some plants.  I lost a silver artemesia last winter because it did not get cold enough to send it into dormancy...the rain rotted out most of it.  I was able to save one piece that had sent roots out, and it is now growing back nicely in an oak barrel.  

I will admit that warmer winters have me delighted, in a selfish way, when I see plants coming back and even ahead of the calendar when I take a good look at the garden in March. Not just iffy things that sometimes need that mulch layer (like echinacaea, monarda, and orchid rock rose)...it's a thrill when you see how many of those you don't have to replace.  And we expect a lot from campanula (every kind of Canterbury bell seems bullet proof here); from foxglove, hardy dianthus, hosta, hydrangea, penstemon (not just the red but that very cool blue/purple/pink flowered one), and many other reliables.  Not to mention the ever-amazing butterfly bush, lilac, rhodies, forsythia.  But when I walk out and see ornamental sages...hotlips and black-and-blue salvia...all leafed out by May and flowering in late July, I know that something has shifted.  Before now, I bought those as annuals.  Now, I will expect to see them reappear the following spring, and even without putting them to bed properly for a long, protected winter sleep, in a bunker of leaf cover.  And if they do get tucked in, then my hopes will be sky-high, for sure, given this new reality.

So not only are those plants once "grown as annuals in the Pacific Northwest" now viable residents for more than one year; but their worthiness even over one season has become real.  Not only are the winters themselves not as harsh, but the fall has usurped the early part of that season.  On the other end, the spring is waking everything up a bit earlier; and, in the middle, the summer (even with its bouts of June gloom) is stretching itself further to both sides.  Those periods of rain, followed by stretches of sun and temps that bump the 90s, really fuel the fire and give everything a touch of Santa Barbara fever.  Planting those annuals fairly early after frost (which once meant May Day and now can mean April Fools) gives you much more than one cycle of bloom.  And with a little regular maintenance, your flowers can be nonstop and utterly unbelievably gorgeous.  

We all know how the annual cycle works.  Annuals are plants that complete their life cycle in one year or season.  They produce blooms that produce nectar; the nectar (along with particular flower colors) attract insects who feed on the nectar; these insects jump from plant to plant, and thereby assist in cross-pollination.  This stimulates the production of seeds; and although some plants will continue to produce blooms and seeds until killed by frost, some will shut down after one crop of blooms has produced enough seeds to ensure a fat new crop of new offspring in the following year.  Some perennials reproduce by seeds as well; but pretty much all annuals reproduce through the seed cycle.  These are most of your vegetables and many of your favorite flowers.  Snapdragons, sunflowers, zinnias, African daisies/oenothera, and herbs like borage, columbine, chamomile, marigolds, calendula are all annuals.  Many annuals will continue to produce flowers until frost, not requiring deadheading...but some will begin to shut down the moment a few of them set seed heads.  I've got snap dragons coming up all over the place, and never dead head them unless the plants was ravaged by slugs and needs a total restart.  The point is that, with regular oversight, you can help your gorgeous annuals to remain lush, full of blooms, and as full as the day you brought them home...if not better!

I have to say here that I have many times fallen flat on this part.  Each year, I make gardening resolutions, just before the spring.  I mean to stick to them...but it was only this year that I have succeeded.  Usually, even though I may begin with all guns blazing, I peter out around the 4th of July.  Not this time.  Maybe it has been the success brought on bittersweetly by climate change.  I am not entirely sure.  But whatever the reason, visitors have noticed that my gardens look the best that they ever have.  Considering that this is a one-person undertaking, this has to be somewhat manageable, since it all competes for my time along with my full-time job schedule, being in a working rock band, my need for constant creativity, the explosion of the soap business.  But when I realized that just a little more time would mean having a beautiful yard, I decided to stop trying to find time, and just to make time...and to focus on those aspects of garden maintenance that held the key to year-long success.  Here are those things that made the difference for me in this past year: 

(1)  Simply visit your plants each day.  With your morning coffee, your after-work smoke, or your midday break...take time each day to walk around and just observe.  You can mitigate an unbelievable amount of disease, damage, and loss simply by catching it early.  It is when you get busy, preoccupied, and the weeks go by without your taking a good look, that bad things happen.  A lot of time can go by, during which your plants go on the decline; if you think about the winter months when three weeks can pass without you even seeing that side of your yard not by the front door or the driveway, you have to remember that this happens even more easily in summer when you have a wealth of opportunities to take you out of the garden and off to festivals, concerts and other NW delights.  A daily visit can keep you on top of which patch of promising seedlings has been discovered by slugs; which area of the yard is not adequately fortified against the deer; which plants are not thriving in the area that you selected for them, and may need more sun, more shade, more water, drier soil, or even the ones that are blazing away with flowers, about to set seeds, and in need of a good cutting back.  Catch problems early and you really can salvage the situation in a majority of the time.

(2)  Make regular cut-back and deadhead sessions.  This is something that I have found hard to follow up on, yet with no excuse.  No, you don't need to do the whole yard at once; simply pick one bed, one patio, a few afternoons each week...it makes for less of a burden to chop this task up into little time increments.  Over the course of a week or two, you can hit the whole yard.  This makes this particular chore much more approachable and you will be less apt to put it off until you suddenly find that your whole yard has gone to seed by mid-summer.  Simply take a big bucket and a pair of shears (and also some scissors) out to the area of focus, and whack back the stems bearing flowers...take them totally out, all the way down to the base foliage.  Also, pick off any dead or dried leaves or foliage.  You will find yourself taking a good look at each plant, and making this a good opportunity to spot problems.  It might be hard at first to cut back all of those gorgeous blooms; you can just take off the spent ones, leaving the ones that are in their prime...but just remember to catch them before they set seed if that happens before you get back around to that spot again.  Here is the amazing part:  before you know it, those annuals (and even perennials) that you cut back will come back in a flash, looking even better than before.  They recover after a cutting back extremely fast!  It is as if they have been waiting for the refreshment that a cutback brings; you will be amazed with the results.  Of course, you are extending the life cycle of the plant by delaying its seed production stage; as long as it can't set seed, it will have to produce another set of flowers that get pollinated in order to set seed.  This process will keep on until frost comes and tells the plant for sure that the game is over.  Repeatedly removing the flowers, the vehicle through which seeds are produced, extends the plant's efforts to make more flowers.  Of course, as mentioned above, some plants only make one blooms effort; columbine is one of these that put on one show only.  You can't really extend the bloom time of these, but you really should take the opportunity of your whack sessions to harvest and save all of the seeds that you can, from plants that have been proven in your garden; you will have a lot of good seed stock to grow more plants that you know will succeed, as well as plenty to give away and trade with gardening friends, as discussed below;    
(3)  Save your seeds!  Taking an interest in seed saving is a good way to ensure that you will stay on top of plant maintenance.  When whacking back your repeat bloomers, clothespin a few small ziplock baggies to the side of your bucket.  This is a good way to ensure that you grab those ripe seeds before they pop out and choose their own destiny in your garden.  It is fun to have those volunteers show up each spring and fall, but it is wise and equally fun to save back some as well.  Trading seeds with local friends is awesome; you are getting something that you know will do well in your yard (although you always want to ask your friend about any special tips...never take a pass on the benefit of someone else's experience). As you make your way through the garden, and spy some seeds ready for harvest, you just pop them into individually labeled bags.  For some that are harder to capture (like perennial sunflowers, my beloved columbine, poppies, etc), the baggie method is perfect.  Since snapping the seed head off often sends a lot of seeds flying, you can just tip the head down into the bag and shake it empty.  Tip:  I often end up with a lot of seeds that look identical once removed from the plant.  I always label the bag, or include a dried seed head with the seeds, to make sure that I know who is who.  Do make sure that your seeds are fully cured/dried before sealing into any airtight storage container; otherwise you might sadly lose a lot of next year's savings account to mildew.  If your harvested seeds are not obviously dried when you pick them, you can either (a) clothespin and hang the baggie open for a bit; (b) spread them thinly on cheeesecloth or paper, or a fine screen, until dry.  I store a lot of seeds, once dry, in mason jars...this is a good idea for seedheads that might otherwise be crushed, or if you have a sizeable quantity of seeds.  Store your seeds in a cool, dry and not too bright area.  

(4)  Save your useful flowers, too!  There are a ton of wonderful things that will give you joy and health long after bloom time.  As with seed saving, harvesting useable flowers regularly helps keep these plants pumping out color all season; if you take an interest in their uses, you will stay on top of the maintenance.  Flowering medicine is undergoing a real renaissance right now; people are rediscovering the traditional medicines and home cures with which their grandparents and great grandparents were well acquainted.  Before we ran out to buy Sting-Eze for a bee sting, we stepped out to the backyard, clipped a few leaves of plaintain, chewed them up into a quick poultice, and slapped it onto the affected area.  Try it sometime...the pain will stop after about one minute, and repeat applications will result in a stunningly-quick healing.  You can grow calendula easily from seed; the bright orange, peach, apricot, gold and yellow flowers are stunning and a favorite of the bees and butterflies.  When harvested and thoroughly dried, they have a million uses in cold-process soap, infusions with skin-loving oils like olive and sweet almond, lotions, and more.  Try to grow the strain Calendula officianalis, which is especially high in the skin-loving resin that makes calendula a widely-used flower in quality beauty-care.  I've headed off a few potentially horrible sunburns with my home-infused calendula oil (which should pop up in a future blog).  Also, many types of lavender thrive with little care in just about any part of the country.  Every yard should have a nice knot of lavender; the fragrance is heaven and it is another favorite of the pollinators.  The flowers appear either as stalks of tiny blooms that you harvest by pinching your fingers and dragging them up the stalk; or as lavender "bees" that are picked easily.  The smaller flowers dry quickly and the bees will dry after laying out for a few weeks.  You can simply keep them on hand for an olfactory treat; a bedtime whiff to help send you off; or for use in oil infusions or soap making.  And for cooking; the next time that you make a buttery pound cake, throw in a couple of teaspoons of dried lavender for a lovely fragrant accent.  Remember that this herb has powerful astringent properties and that a little goes along way!  
        
(5)  Don't wait to whack a plant back if it isn't thriving right off the bat.  Now and then, I buy a plant heretofore new to my garden, simply because I like it.  And I get it home, and find that although I place it and water it according to any information source I can find, it just does not thrive.  A week after coming home, it looks terrible.  Remember that this does not mean that you're doing something wrong.  The plant just left its nursery, where it may have spent its whole life thus far; it rode on a truck for a while, found itself in a nursery or grocery store garden center whose climate might be very different from where it was born.  And it is expected to look fabulous until it sells, so that it does sell.  Then there is always the wild card factor of being at the mercy of a garden-center attendant who thinks that watering is everything; or that watering is optional; or that everything needs full sun.  This whole traumatic transition might take a toll on the poor thing and cause it to lose its pizazz; sometimes, this downturn happens just after it is sold, and goes with you to its new home, when it finally feels that it can relax and stop trying so hard.  And you conclude that you have lost your green thumb.  Don't forget that this is a living thing that has had no time to adjust comfortably.  Even though many plants are grown today for their ability to adapt to shipping times and conditions, plants have their limits.  Don't expect for your new plant to begin its term in your yard with a bang-up premier.  Sometimes, the best way to begin your relationship is with a big whack-back.  It gives your plant a chance to focus on its roots, lay back on flower production, have less infrastructure to support; remember that many experts advise that you plant perennials toward the end of the summer, and that you cut back the ones that you have so that they focus on developing the healthy roots that will sustain them through the winter and put them in prime shape for spring rebirth.  (You can also save bank on buying healthy but tired plants at season-end...I'll address that in another blog).  Case in point:  I recently bought two lavateras at my grocery store's garden center; I didn't have a place for them but the price was too good to pass up, and I knew that after a summer on the back porch, I could find a place for them to brighten up in the garden, and that they would do well here (I have one huge Rose of Sharon that I grew from a twig, and a smaller lavatera that has grown up through several inches of compost, after I forgot that it was in the spot planned for the new vegetable garden).  But the moment I got them home, they looked pretty darn forlorn.  They were pretty thirsty, but had plenty of water; enough sun; everything that they needed.  But they just looked like they were always wilted, with a permanent case of the vapors, and in need of a fainting couch.  So I gave them a good whacking back, much sooner than I had thought I would.  Less than a week later, they are coming back with fervor and looking better than the day I bought them.  Apparently, the trip from nursery to store took its toll, and they just were not going to recover without a break.  Now, they look fantastic and will likely pump out the blooms until I cut them back and place them in one of the garden beds, where they will come back gloriously next spring.  So don't forget to employ this strategy if your new plant looks under the weather; sometimes that is the best way to counteract the stress of that long trip from the nursery to you.  

(6)  Stay on top of the watering.  You can tell who the gardeners are; they're the people who rejoice when rains come after even a modest period without.  When they say, "We needed it," they really mean "My plants needed it."  Furthermore, they mean "Now I don't have to start watering when I get home."  But there are those times when you are the rain.  It is likely that just as many plants die from overwatering as from  lack thereof; but that is why that regular walk-around inspection is critical.  Some plants are better off going dry and showing some droop before you drag out the hose; and some will need water almost daily.  You need to keep an especially close eye on your potted plants in full sun; containers dry out much faster than garden beds.  A layer of mulch on either helps to retain moisture; good drainage is critical for all containers.  And your hanging plants are in especial danger of drying out, due to the airflow all around the container.  You might like one of those watering wands that attaches to your hose for them.  Get a few of those sprinklers with multiple settings, and make sure that the area that you want to cover is being covered by the setting.  And we should always be conservative with water, as it is a precious resource (especially in areas like Central and Southern CA); but remember that it is always better to water deeply and less frequently, than briefly and more often.  This has to do with root development; the first method will cause water to weigh down on, and to sink down into, the soil; consequently, the plants' roots will learn that they must grow downward in order to access it.  Shallow, frequent watering leads the roots to believe that they should stay close to the surface and spread out in order to get their water.  Plants with deep roots will better survive colder winters; so the deeper and less often, the better.  In order to keep track of how much water you've laid down, you can either time yourself for 20 minutes, or you can put an empty tuna can out in the area and move the sprinkler when the can is full.  Rain in the forecast?  Take a few minutes and move any plants under the eaves outside of the rain shadow, so that they get the real thing...somehow, nothing is as good as rain water.  This is why I have three heavy duty rain barrels outside, to catch rainwater; they have narrow openings that I fit with automotive funnels and a little piece of screen, to keep free of leaves and other things that can clog them up.  Having these barrels placed strategically around the house near groups of potted plants makes watering a lot easier, when you choose to do it by hand and not the hose.  In the same spirit...watch for places where drainage is poor, and there is standing water that is hurting your plants.  You will need to keep the sprinkler away from those spots, and possibly also find the source of that water if it isn't obvious; you may have a plumbing leak, gutters in need of repair, or at the very least, a problem spot in which only bog plants will thrive.           

So...these are all some tried and true tips that will have not just your annuals thriving for months, but your perennials doing better than ever.  There is a saying for challenging careers that "Showing up is half the battle" and that applies in the garden as well.  Looking at your garden every day is the best thing that you can do to spot and address issues; and just taking thirty minutes or so each day, focusing only on one small bad or patio, to cut back, harvest precious seeds, collect useful flowers, and water, is all that it takes to keep your garden and your whole yard in beautiful condition, and to create a space that is peaceful, serene, visually fulfilling, and nourishing to body and mind, for most of the year.  There are many options for growing beautiful plants during those winter months, as well; but if winter is the time when you take a break from the garden, you can spend time working with the flowers and herbs that you diligently harvested during the year as part of your maintenance; and you can also look forward to the spring, when you will have a rich arsenal of seeds and tubers ready to replenish your beds and containers with new color.  Keep in mind also that having all of those beautiful seeds at the ready will save you a significant amount of money, and give you gifts to share with your friends.  

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Today I remembered that this blog exists.  There have been things on my mind.  Since 11/14/10, I cannot begin to itemize the list of things that have complicated my life.  Work responsibilities are the biggest one, no doubt.  The advent of Facebook has done a lot to give me a sounding board for me thoughts...but now we are in the election of 2016, and the atmosphere is so nasty that I have become at best a lukewarm Facebooker.  This might be a far better option for me as far as an expressive outlet.  It's not that I utilized this blog spot heavily six years ago, but now might be a good time to return to it.  People come here by choice; Facebook, it seems, is a daily ablution right up there with trimming nose hairs.

So now that I have dug up the password and the blog itself, I might be posting things here on a more regular basis.  Then again...it might be another five years before you hear from me again.  

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Building a Funhouse, Unintentionally...Not So Fun

In one of Pluto's Disney adventures, he followed a lost bone into a house of mirrors...



...and as a result, really complicated his life...



His pursuit of the bone led him into a setting where he completely lost the ability to see things as they really are.  Although perception is reality, it was not his point of view that arithmetically skewed and/or shaped his reality...it was the setting around him.  Pluto was surrounded by images that exponentially skewed his perspective. 

We can handle and even function pretty well, given the garden-variety warp that comes with being in a fixed place/point in time, restrictive though that may be.  But throwing the fun house mirrors into our personal landscape craps things up to the point where we have a hard time in recognizing, and therefore in navigating, this landscape.  Not only do we become schizophrenic, but everyone and everything around us is, as well.

Multifacetedness is good as long as all of those facets are real.  "Real" probably means based upon the universe as it turned out as a result of the latest Big Bang.  Acknowledging the possibilities as produced by past and future Big Bangs is irrelevant in dealing with this one.  And I am talking about the landscape on a far less macro scale than that which contains EVERYTHING.  This, again, is the personal landscape.

When we treat as real the perceptions that are skewed (ie, what we think of when we think of someone that we haven't sen in years...an ex-partner with whom things ended badly), we throw a fun house mirror on the wall.  And then the funny part is that we actually navigate by that. It is like using a road map drawn by Phil Spector.  Why would you?  Where would that lead you?

When we reconnect, or at least reacquaint ourselves, with people from our past and present and see them as they really are, we avoid those distorted mirrors.  We substitute fake perceptions, which can only lead us into Whackville, for real ones.  Seeing things as they really are is, at best, about a 99% possibility.  Everyone sees things with a slight warp that is uavoidable and is the result of being who they are and where they are in the landscape.

Over the past few years, I have reconnected with people from my world with whom things ended badly.  Until these meetings, I continued to see these people as single-minded one-dimensional beings whose only reason for existing was to carry a grudge against me, and to plot some srt of revenge.  They had no other life, totally separate, had made no progress or done anyhing to expand their world beyond where I had left off with them.  Squezed into this box, or mirror, they had grown into morbid creatures in my personal mythology.  And their power over me, their abiity to feed my self-doubt, grew and grew and just kept growing.  Every time I faced doing something difficult, or had a life crisis, their voices drowned out everyone else's, telling me that I was going to fall and fall hard, and that I deserved to because of some wrong I had done them, or some way in which I failed in the past that had involved them.  I think I actually visualized an ex-partner of mine, sitting on a crusty throne, waving a greasy turkey leg in one hand and a spilling goblet in the other, laughing raucously at my lack of confidence.  Like the nanny in the Omen who calls to Damien just before leaping from the balcony...only that dude on the throne was threatening to toss ME off.

Wow, it does look ridiculous in print...the degree to which I gave so much power to a mythological creature .  He wasn't even cool, like a unicorn or  phoenix. 


He actually looked more like this:


So why let something like that into the driver's seat?

When we rid ourselves of these distortions, we take back our house.  

It's the best we can do to see things clearly until we can handle the power of fourth-dimensional perspective.  That's just for grad school students, though.  We will all get a chance to talk in the locker room betwee games, so don't worry.

OlympicWino

PS  Don't you think that the Kramer character was based on Pluto?  The facial expressions, the gift for getting into bizarre situations, the mannerisms...I'm telling you... 

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Butternut Squash Soup and Portobello Side Sandwiches


I made this last night, and my goodness, it was FABULOUS!  I've made butternut squash soup before, so what's the big deal?  Technique.  God BLESS the upright mixer.  If you don't have one,I know, they are a bit spendy...but I had NO IDEA how life changing they are.  GET ONE!!!  I have a million reasons why (more about that later).   You can whip this by hand,but the mixer is easier and far more effective.
The little side sandwiches are awesome as well.  Little pillows of decadence.

GROCERY LIST for the SOUP
One butternut squash
Heavy cream
Low sodium vegetable broth/stock (I recommend Imagine brand)
Shwarma Seasoning (see below)
Sea or Kosher Salt

A Word about Shwarma:


This I was introduced to by my wonderful cousin and chef extraordinaire, Debbie Klis.  You all know that I am not big on relying on seasoning packages and other prefab food...but this is something every cook will fall in love with.  It is a curry-based spice complex that is fabulous in stews, sauces, goulashes...even curries! 

TO MAKE:
You are going to cook your butternut squash thoroughy before it even knows it will be soup.  Preheat the oven to 350* F.  Spread a cookiesheet with foil.  Cut up your squash into pieces about half the size of your hand.  Anything bigger and you will have the outside of the pieces cooked thoroughly while the inside near the rind is not quite done.  Butternut squash has stringy bits inside much like a pumpkin that you will need to scrape out, as well as seeds.  Leave as much of the meat intact as possible.  Set the pieces on the cookie sheet and let them bake for about an hour...you can check them at 45 minutes, but just be sure to let them go until a knife goes in easily, all the way to the rind.
When the squash is done, let it cool.  Leave the oven on and leave your cookie sheet...you will need both to do your sandwiches! 
Meanwhile, get out your soup pot and add your stock or broth.  Heat it to a low boil.
When the squash has cooled, cut the meat away from the rind and drop it into the bowl of your upright mixer.  What you are going to make with your squash is essentially a fluffy, workable puree that can be easily melted into hot broth.  Using the wire whip attachment, beat your cooked squash until it gets really smooth.  You may have to lift the whip and remove some stringy pieces of squash...it makes for better soup if you do pull this stuff out. 
Add about a quarter cup of heavy cream and continue beating...add enough cream to let you see a real change in airiness.  You want something that is much lighter than plain cooked squash, but not something that could pass as a pie filling (although I promise that I will explore that notion in a future recipe).  When you have it, add a couple of shakes of the Shwarma...strictly to taste, but go easy...curry fanatics could easily impose their addiction on others who may not be so nuts about it.  Go easy...you can always add more just before serving.  Mix to incorporate the Shwarma, stop the mixer and scrape down the sides of the bowl, and then give your puree one last mixing before dumping it all into your hot broth.
With a wire whisk, mix mix mix that puree into the hot broth.  Turn the mix down to a low boil...even though everything is cooked, the higher heat will break down any last uncooked or stringy bits of the squash and make for a smoother soup.  Keep it at a low boil for about 10 minutes, then turn it down to a simmer.  Give it a beating with the whisk every few minutes to get it nice and smooth.  Before serving, add a bit of your salt to the soup, just to taste. 
This soup can sit, on low or even off, for a couple of hours if need be, before reheating to serve.  It's awesome that way...you can make it ahead, clean up, and it will be there when you are ready to serve. 
Try spooning about a tablespoon of heavy cream into the bowl of soup, and tracing with a toothpick to make a little decorative gourmet touch.  It's a little thing but it sure looks cool!

GROCERY LIST for the SANDWICHES
Ciabatta rolls
Olive oil
Portobello mushrooms
Swiss cheese
Unsalted butter
Red onion

TO MAKE:
Turn your oven up to the high broil setting.  Slice your ciabatta rolls in half and brush with olive oil.  Set them on the cookie sheet and pop in the oven.  You are just going to lightly toast these so that you have a nice crispy texture underneath the toppings, so don't walk away...you don't want to scorch them!
When the ciabattas are toasted the proverbial golden-brown, take the sheet out of the oven.  Lay thin-slices of swiss cheese over them...do not put back in the oven just yet.
Dice up the mushrooms, cook them over medium heat in a skillet with a few tablespoons of butter.  When done, spoon them onto the ciabattas.  You will see the swiss cheese start to melt immediately, so see, there was no need to put them in the oven!
Dice up the red onion, add some more butter to the skillet, and cook until nicely carmelized.  Spoon them on top of the mushrooms.
Lay some more thinly sliced cheese on top of the ciabattas, and pop them back in the oven.  It won't take long...in about 2-3 minutes, they are ready to come out.
You are now ready to eat!  Open some good red wine and get to it.

Once you make this, or perhaps even as you read this recipe, you will see that many ingredients are open to substitutes.  You can use several types of mushrooms, you can use any kind of squash, sub chicken broth for veg, or even leave out the cream (but it won't nearly be as good).  I encourage you to make this your own and try out these substitutions...and let me know too, because I am always interested in good ideas from other cooks.

What a Fine Kettle of Fish...

Now I've done it!  I have finally decided to put a few more minutes of your day on the endangered species list and start blogging.  I really am sorry, but blame yourself.  You know that I hold free will in very high esteem.

As I write this, I am congested...from the fire in the fire place?  So I woke up this mornig allergic to smoke?  That would be a huge problem for me. 

So what I plan to post here are plenty of recipes...I have don that on facebook but not everyone is interested in cooking.  For me, it is a passion...a form of expression...and a good excuse to incorporate cheese into my diet in ways that only JUST stop short of involving an IV and a bicycle pump. 

My cooking philosophy starts with the premise that you must royally screw up a few things.  As in, the first loaf of bread I baked...if I could have had about 100,000 of them, I could have been mortgage free since 1988.  But now, bread is simple for me.  Would not have been had I not tried my hand at masonry, way back.  It's the path you walk...short cuts are for the delusional.  Do not be fooled...do not be disheartened.  Embrace your mistakes, then throw them out to the chickens and you will get eggs.  And then you can probably make a pretty decent egg salad.

All sardonyx aside, cooking is a sacred and honorable expression of love.  The notion that people look forward to coming over for dinner at my place is astounding and reminds me that for all of the areas in which I ned improvement, my food is something that a lot of people really, really love.  If you can nourish people's hearts, minds and bodies, you are doing a darn good thing.  If you cook for ANYONE, stop and think of how truly responsible you are for their well-being and happiness.  Take my husband...his eating habits on the weekend are pretty good because I am feeding him.  But during the week...oy...he never eats breakfast, probably eats lunch out of gas station dumpsters like a damn goat.   By the time he gets home, his brain is starving, and he hunts for candy throughout the kitchen like he's riding with Genghis Khan and smoking his hash.  Dinner is THE only opportunity that I have to get a decent meal into him.  I do this even when I don't feel like it, so I have to keep it interesting for me, as well as for him.

I hope that my posts here give you some inspiration for those nights and days when you just want something diffferent.  My foremost advice is, if it sounds good, do it.  Don't have a recipe?  The universe gave you instincts...they surpass any recipe that you could find in print.  I believe that you should establish some basics, and then let yourself of of the leash.  I believe more in method than measurement...so a lot of my recipes may seem a bit vague at first (as in, while whipping your root veggies in the mixer, add enough cream to lighten it a bit without making it into butternut pudding).  You WILL know what to do.

I also will not be able to help myself from posting the occasional political, spiritual, or what have you piece of thought.  And most likely, plenty of posts featuring wine recommendations that won't break the bank.  And...I am a chronic crafter, so there will be enough soap, candles and incense to make Pier One Imports feel like a 7-11. You'll just have to deal with that the best you can...if you don't like it, go to the kitchen and burn something and pretend I made you do it.

Peace, Love and Carnitas,

Carolyn
The Olympic Wino