Archives: April 2009

30 Apr 2009, Comments (0)

I got worms

Author: Linnea

Morning- Two AWOL/dead worms this morning. Winder if it’s too wet and should be left with the cover off. A BUNCH of worms were near the top and trying to get out. Hungry? Too wet? Dissatisfied? Do you mind taking a look too? Watch out- they climb quickly! Love, me.

That was the note I left on the counter today.

After last summer’s sad, fatal attempt to compost using worms in our basement, I’ve dusted off the worm bin and we will try again. (I have no idea what happened last time; they just seemed to vanish.) The thing is, the worm bin compost idea sounds great in theory. Since we have just a postage-stamp size yard, the only composting option seems to be the bin o worms. In theory, I don’t mind picking up worms, digging down to put rubbish in, etc. But there is some part of me that just does not like to remove the cover. I’m either going to get over this, or the worms will have to go. Well, they might leave anyway, but hopefully not.

wormbin

29 Apr 2009, Comments (2)

Sisterly Secrets

Author: Linnea

Tell me sister, tell me true  Let me show how I love you…with those lines, I wrote a poem about my own sister waaay back in fourth grade.  These days, I love to watch Riana and Amelia interact.  Amelia has special laughs and noises just for her sister.  Riana likes to hold her sister’s hand in the car and during naps.  They laugh, they play, they snuggle.  I don’t know how to cultivate their sisterly relationships, but I sense that it has to do with letting them be themselves, letting them work through their relationship, and hoping that they don’t unlearn what they already share.  And maybe it has to do with reminding them about pictures like the one they didn’t know I was taking on a sunny morning a couple weeks ago.

tellmetrue

28 Apr 2009, Comments (1)

Vanilla

Author: Linnea
I like to bake.  I like vanilla.  And while I’ve seen some do-it-yourself vanilla recipes online, I was turned off by trying to select a certain type of bean, etc.  But then, my vanilla supply from trips to Mexico was depleted (cue horror music) and I realized a) how expensive store-purchased vanilla can be  b) how awful the artificial kind tasted and c) how even the pure vanilla extract had a bunch of stuff in it…

So, I ordered a few vanilla beans from here, bought some vodka, and looked up the instructions online. I read a number of explanations and went with these simple steps: cut 3 beans lengthwise, fill mason jar with enough vodka to cover the beans, store in a dark spot, shake every day for a few weeks, vanilla gets stronger with age.    Voila!  An endless supply of vanilla with all known ingredients.  I have found that this vanilla is much stronger than the kind I’ve previously purchased.  So I would suggest either using less, or diluting with water.  I’m thinking about purchasing some “typical” brown glass bottles and giving this delicious vanilla as gifts…

Vanilla Extract-to-be (Day 1)

 
Vanilla Extract-to-be (Day 1)

We returned from the bad karma camping trip around 1am.  Not wanting our weekend away to end, not wanting Riana to think it was her fault that we left, and most of all wanting to be outside, we opted for a day at the arboretum.  Plus, I really wasn’t ready to face the laundry or cleaning just yet.  The air smells sweeter thanks to the carefully planned trees and flowers.  While the grass may not be greener, I swear that it’s softer.  Most of all, Riana runs and roams free of broken glass, traffic, or any of the other things that might otherwise slow her down.  Rolling down a hill covered in little flowers?  That’s the speed for today.

rolling-down-daisies

Rolling down the hill…smelling the air…finding little treasures…toes tickled in fine grass…That’s the speed for today.

26 Apr 2009, Comments (4)

Ticks Happen

Author: Linnea

Very late night thoughts here… for the first time in our history, we actually abandoned a camping trip.  I don’t know much about karma, but maybe I should have tried harder to find a way to be at peace with the people next door.  Or maybe, these things just happen and serve as a reminder that a) life can change in a moment b) always be prepared c) ditching a trip isn’t always a failure d) check for ticks very carefully… the jury is out.

After spending our spring vacation with the stomach flu in Phoenix, we kind of wanted a peaceful weekend away. So with temps set to be in the 80′s, we headed for Wharton State Forest. Ry (the super-Dad)  got everything ready, picked me up at school’s dismissal, and managed to arrive at the Park Office to snag a fire permit just minutes before they closed.  The scenery was that of a lovely pond full of frogs, large turtles, and many birds. We had a spot at the water’s edge and all was well.  There were some annoyances (loud neighbors with an ATV, broken glass scattered throughout the camp…) but we had a lovely time.  Amelia discovered the tastiness of dirt and pine needles, Riana spotted many birds, and we got to take a drive to the ocean. Oh, and of course there were plenty of strawberry-chocolate s’mores!

at the ocean

4-25-09

some things are a little harded to let her learn

eating dirt? some things are a little harder to let her learn

throwing sticks into the pond

throwing sticks into the pond

The girls were finally asleep on Saturday night and I was just getting into a book when Ryan found two ticks crawling on his leg.  With a headlamp, we examined each other and then Riana.  It was looking okay until Ry found a tick, already under her skin, at the base of her neck.  After we tried what we knew to do but could not release the tick, we called the Ranger, who advised that it is an active tick area and we ought to go to the ER.  Now, if we had been home, maybe I would have found something helpful on the NIH’s website or dug out some info in an old book, but we were far from such support.  So, for the first time, Ry packed up camp and adding to the firsts, we found ourselves in an Emergency Room.  I would like to think that as a parent I do not generally over-react…for me to go to the doctor or hospital, it has to be a pretty big deal. Thankfully, the nurses were calm, the doctor was easily able to remove the tick intact, and Riana was not too worked up by the experience.

Back home, now in the early morning hours, I just thought I saw a tick on Amelia, but it ended up being a smudge from the much-needed chocolate that wraped up our first camping trip of 2009.  Reflections:  I kind of didn’t think that ticks were such a big deal.  I never heard other campers talk about them…I had never seen one up close and personal, and while I have learned to id many plants and birds, I have clearly not read enough about wilderness care and safety.  My Aunt asked if this was the end of camping for us.  On the contrary, I am sure we will continue to venture in the woods.  Though, based on the cost of one ER visit, I think that this has prompted us to invest in a wilderness training course!

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