Thursday, June 19, 2014

Throwing

My mom has launched full force into her summer break with a new toy- a potter's wheel that she's learning how to use for the classes she'll be teaching in the fall. She's an artist of many mediums, and this learning process isn't exactly from square one for her, but like all fairly new materials she wants to spend some time with the clay and get to know it, so that's what she plans on doing with her summer.


My Aunt Karen is an amazing potter with a gallery worth of pieces to show for it, and a heart for sharing what she knows. This week she came and threw down with my mom in her studio and got her all inspired and stuff.

Today, it was our turn to try out the wheel.








Clockwise from left: mine, Audrey's, Henry's

I have an entirely new respect for potters and their craft. People, this is way harder than it looks. I couldn't even center the ball of clay on the wheel the right way, and it took me three (or was it four?) tries before I called my bowl-pot-thing finished. The fact that my Aunt can pull from these sticky masses the symmetrical, thin-walled pots and bowls and vases she probably makes with her eyes closed and one hand behind her back at this point is just... wow.

I treasure every pieces she's gifted us, but I'll see them all with newly opened eyes after this afternoon. They are works of art, and wow will my coffee feel even more special in the morning, steaming in one of the mugs she made!

Now what will I do with that little bowl I made?

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

(More) Wild Babies

Remember last year around this time when our dog, whilst exploring our new home, stumbled upon these wild babies? Well, it must be a tradition she thinks is worth repeating, because this evening she found another furbaby hidey-hole...




According to Animal Advocates' Skunk Manual, these kits were close to two weeks old, as they had a full coat of fur but their eyes were still sealed shut. They were living in a den apparently dug under the pavement of our driveway, about 20 feet from the doors. Our dog has been digging like crazy all around the driveway for weeks, and we've been back-filling all her trenches and cursing her, completely oblivious to what was actually under there... until tonight.

Alas, just like last year, Leeloo got to the first one before we could quarantine her in the garage (by the way, did you know baby skunks can spray even before they can see? ask me how I know), but we saved the other two from her foaming, sneezing attack. I blocked the dugout accesses with big rocks and left the two kits together just outside the blocked den with the hopes that the mother will come back at dusk and relocate them... hopefully somewhere farther away from our back door!

Never a dull moment around here I tell ya!

Post edit: the morning after this incident we rushed outside to check the blocked den and to our relief the mama skunk did in fact come in the night and rescue her kits. There was no sign anywhere around the driveway that she dug back under, so hopefully they've found a peaceful spot in the woods farther from our back door!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Right Now






Right now, I'm...

...practically glowing over the love that poured from my Littles in appreciation of their Daddy on Father's Day.
...feeling proud of myself for finally making this shirt I pinned ages ago on Pinterest as my contribution to the rest and relaxation craved by- dare I say- every Daddy on Father's Day.
...thinking it may be time to stop hiding from the heat and get out to the garden to finish the weeding, bug management, and crop rotation I started earlier this week. Ugh.
...shopping for some neem oil- my beautiful, strong, productive zucchini are slowly falling to an infestation of squash bugs, and there is only so much that hand picking and soapy water can do.
...still laughing at this cat video. I think I've watched it at least five times. It gets me every time.
...enjoying the plotting and planning of the little shindig we'll have here at home for the four of us to celebrate the Summer Solstice this coming weekend!
...taking a quick peek back at last year around this same time, and feeling a wash of relief that things are so different now.
...loving the manageable to-do lists, the sunshine, and the wide openness of the week ahead of us.

Wishing all a happy Monday!


Sunday, June 15, 2014

Dear Dad...


Dear Dad,

When I wrote my note to Mom last month, it got my wheels turning about you, too. Just like with her, I realize now how inadequate my 'thank-you's have so frequently been... I have always felt true gratitude whenever did I say thank you, but behind them all there have always been these unspoken thanks:

Thank you for busting your ass, Dad. Always. Every day. Selflessly for us all.

Thank you for hovering. I really mean that. I never realized- in the moment- that I was getting a message, over and over, that you cared... but I did.

Thank you for your goofiness, your humor, and your quick wit.

Thank you for always just being there; there when I needed something, there when I thought I didn't need anything, there even when it was really, really inconvenient for you.

Thank you for letting me be alone when I needed it; thank you for letting me go when it was time.

Thank you for teaching me the value of hard work, the value of the money earned from hard work, and the importance of planning and budgeting.

Thank you for always talking so openly about the hard stuff, thank you for your honesty, thank you for your patience.

Thank you for being an amazing Pappy.

Thank you for being an amazing Dad.

Love,
Court

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Weekending


Ah, the weekend his here, and a celebratory one at that! Between the meals and the projects and the secret making, and the outdoor play and the bubbles and the time with the chickies, I thought I'd pause at my computer to wish all those Dads, Daddys, Papas, Fathers, Grandfathers, Pappys, Grampseses, and Granddaddys a very happy Father's Day weekend! May you all feel the love and appreciation you so deserve.

Happy weekending!

Friday, June 13, 2014

This Moment

Playing along with Amanda today... in her words: 

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Raw Milk


For quite a while now, I've been coming across references, blurbs, recommendations, and praise for consuming raw milk. I've always been curious, but I don't like change, and I'm a slow-moving, read-and-research-ad-nauseam-before-making-the-leap kinda girl, too.

I read about different families, via some of the blogs I follow, and their love affair with raw dairy (like here, here, and here). I read about the nutritional differences between pasteurized and raw milk, and the damage done when milk is pasteurized (from this book, and this one too, and this whole website). I even found a few less-smitten, more objective articles that were still convincing that there was something to this raw milk thing (like this article).


I was already on board with the organic-is-better-than-factory-farm-milk thing. I had even switched our family over to organic whole milk from grass-fed cows. I was learnding. But I couldn't quite get over the mental/societal/familial block about raw milk. So I kept reading.


Then, this past weekend, I stumbled across a fairly local raw-milk dairy (well, local to my parents' place, where we were heading), called them up, spoke with one of the farmers at length, and decided to head down and pay them a visit. I've read multiple times that a high-quality, safe raw milk dairy would check two important boxes: 1) they'd have permits to sell their raw product(s), and 2) they'd be happy to show you around their place. Both boxes were checked with this dairy, so we went to have a look-see.



We walked through the facilities, we talked with Regina- the dairy farmer who had been milking her own cows and consuming the raw product all her life, as well as feeding it to her children- and we met the cows. I finally felt convinced, and we bought our first gallon of raw milk (as well as a wedge of their raw gouda, which was amazing).

It feels so funny to be making such a big deal about buying a gallon of milk the way it naturally comes out of the cow. Honestly, though, there really is a lot of fear built up about the dangers of consuming things that aren't pasteurized, preserved, or processed. My mom will tell of my grandpa (her dad) who got 'milk fever' when he was a boy from drinking raw milk, and how his symptoms never completely left him... and it's true- the possibility does exist that some pathogen could make it in to milk that might have been killed with the pasteurization process but that will linger because it's raw. However, there is an equal chance that you'll get food poisoning from milk that's been traditionally processed, even organic milk (just ask my dad).

SO this past weekend we ventured into Raw Milk Land. We chose to take the risk that the wholesomeness of this food- in it's natural form and with all the good enzymes, proteins, fat, and bacteria- will benefit us more and harm us less than would its pasteurized counterpart. It's not a choice anyone should make just because we (or anyone else) believe in it, and it might not turn out to be right for everyone. For us, though, it was part of the logical progression of this Real/Traditional Food path we're on, and so far we're loving this raw dairy thing!


Interested in finding raw dairy resources in your area? Try looking here: