The little and the simple things

The little and the simple things are what is mattering most to me lately. Going “glamping” at the little house up north for 4 days over New Year’s weekend – with two lawn chairs, carpet remnants, a 50 year old polyurethaned card table, a cooler, and an air mattress. We had so much fun!!!

Seeing the deer tracks through the snow in our small yard for the first time. Taking our dog out before bedtime and walking out to see two deer right there. Driving through changing scenes of thick frost on the trees – in sepia, in green, in blue as the sun hid and then set.

Hearing stories about the well known deer in town. Hearing stories about the apple picking bear in town. Feels very familiar. Maybe there’s a message in there. I just don’t know what it is yet. Grow pine trees? Something will materialize.

He restoreth my soul

Merry Christmas Eve! Our snow has been plowed from the blizzard yesterday here in Minnesota, our sidewalk is shovelled, and I have had my first cup of coffee. I’m finding myself wondering if we should have kept our travel plans to go to the little house up north today, but one never knows. We’ll keep it as is, to stay back and savor some rest. I don’t have any control over weather, but I know someone who does. Even the wind and the waves obey Him. I will take this time to trust and rest.


Today we continue prayers for so many people. What a year! A lot to be thankful for – and to fervently hope for.


I am reminded after a very busy, and at times super stressful, year, it is time to rest. The internal work at the little house up north is at least 3/4 done. Along the way we have been blessed with relationship gifts. God has a plan, and I have a feeling we don’t even really “get it” yet. But I do know I have grown. I have gone from searching for a place we could eventually retire in an environment that restores us, into what I hope is a much fuller person. When we walked in that house I was thrown back 50 years. I was faced with a real wringer washer stored in the basement, rusting metal kitchen cabinets, and one of those metal mail holders that every kitchen I knew while growing up had. There was shag/sculptured carpet, 80s wallpaper, and the light fixtures of the 50s. I WANTED that house, not because I liked all that, but because it warmed my heart. It brought back wonderful memories.

Along the way, we discovered that a family of 5 lived in that home. Mom & Dad raised their three children there. Dad worked at a nearby steel mining plant, the steel that built America, and even the world. And they lived in that tiny little house. Such a big contribution those workers made to the growth of this country, even the world, with provisions that many would balk at today. It confirms in me that somehow we need to find a way to remember what is truly important – people over stuff. And I am sad that somehow this year we find ourselves in a world that restricts in person time in the hope of reducing disease. It is a very tough time where values of family time is being reduced to digital images, and results don’t seem to make sense. I have this persistent feeling we are somehow missing a large piece of the puzzle. Still, we hope and pray, and do our part.

Along the way on this little house up north journey we have met some incredible people – people who survive on way less material things and who lead much simpler lives than what we are used to seeing – and are resilient, and confident, and peaceful. It reinforces in me that more stuff doesn’t mean more happiness. It means more to maintain, and less time to find soul rest.

In a conversation with a new friend we’ve made as a result of our little house up north journey, he shared that he sometimes has to remind himself that Psalm 23:2 says “He MAKETH me to lie down in green pastures”, not he suggesteth or recommendeth, but he MAKETH. Interesting point.

So today, we make time for soul rest, and we pray, and trust.

Right on the edge of crisp

August is one of those months – the daylilies wrap up, but the hostas are super full.  The days are shortening, but the morning air is right on the edge of crisp – perfect!  The crickets sing and the monarchs start showing up much more, but the robins are scarce again.  The feeling starts to turn the corner into fall, but with plenty of warm days still on the horizon.

I have noticed once again I don’t have a lot of mid to late August blooms in the garden.  I need to do something  about that.  I have also noticed I have plenty of weeding and trimming to do in the garden after a couple very busy past weekends, and I need to do something about that.

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A few weeks ago I accepted a more challenging role at work, and at the same time we started to really think about how we want to downsize again and work on some more bucket list items.  This whole year and all its events have brought priorities into sharper focus.  So my thoughts are turning again to simplifying the things we can so we are able to amplify the things that nurture us.  It is once again a time of both weeding out and filling in.

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Planting tulips in the snow

The townhouse garden is all cut back and tucked in for the winter.  It was a late finish this year.  Between adding extra activities to our lives (time up north, going on our townhome association board) and fully enjoying all of the garden’s fall color, I finally finished up the cutback Sunday and the bulb planting yesterday.  I was planting tulips and crocus in the snow!

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The two 5′ hostas are now in other people’s gardens, and in each place are 9 yellow tulips and a dozen purple and white crocus bulbs.  In the spring I will layer with daylily seedlings and see how they progress.

The fall color wrapped up about 3 weeks ago up north, and has now wrapped up at the townhouse.  Our beautiful fall colors are no longer our natural decorations, but they were gorgeous and we enjoyed them tremendously!  Soon we will have layers of the white fluffy stuff that stay for a few (5 at least!) months.

Starting our journey with the land up north this year really changed me.  We have spent time up north for 20 years, and camping for many years before that, but something about managing and spend time on our own land changed me.  It was partially the simplicity of hauling in our water, living in the small footprint of a 280 square foot camper, and having an outhouse, but it was more than that.  We’ve done that, even primitive camped.  It was deciding how to manage the slice of woods for which we are now responsible – how much wood to harvest, how much to clear, how much of the land to leave alone, how quickly things grew, how our little garden got overtaken, how the trailcams showed us deer and bear and wolves and coyotes that move through the land, how the area I thought I would develop into a wooded garden became a fern forest with an abundance of toads, and how wildflowers were everywhere.  It made me stand in awe.  Unlike in our townhouse garden, the horseflies bit hard and the wood ticks showed up in groups on the screen tent fly.  But the vast beauty of uncultured, natural “gardens” got ahold of my “simpler” self.  I gave up time in the townhouse garden in favor of time walking the land.  Each now has its place, but they are very, very different.

Back at the townhouse I did not end up harvesting the hosta seeds this fall.  Realistically, I know we have plenty of hostas.  I am giving them away.  Up north, the deer would just eat the seedlings.  My seedling focus will be on daylilies next spring.

I did dig out the irises that never bloomed at the townhouse, and planted them up north to see how they do.  Beyond that, up north we’ll see if the asclepias, the asparagus, the coneflowers, and the malva zebrina hollyhocks we planted make it through the winter.  The hugelkulture gardens in raised bed forms turned into weed patches because we are not up north all the time, so we’ll see what survives.  I will say I wish I had the money back from the raised bed frames and bags and bags of dirt.  I would not do that again.  That little garden area seems really out of place in its surroundings.  Lesson learned.

Our old hibiscus ended up with dozens and dozens of buds in August, and is still blooming profusely indoors.  It was over 5′ wide when we brought it inside, and it barely made it through the door.  As the blooms on a stem fade, I am trimming it.  It is lovely and just keeps on going.

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I also saved the gladiola bulbs that I had in a large pot this year.  They required chicken wire protection, but were beautiful!

For next year, I’m thinking I will continue to simplify, enjoying the established townhouse garden, seeing if I can get new daylily seedlings to grow, and continuing to enjoy the up north natural beauty.

Now energy turns to indoors at the townhouse – getting garden decorations stored, cleaning up the shamrock plants for the winter indoors, and then on to dispersing all kinds of items that we are no longer using in the house, getting them on to new homes.  Our townhome is also small.  We constantly need to work at keeping things cleared and as simple as possible.

Maybe this weekend we will be at a state where I can pull out the candles and put them in the windows.  They are our only “outdoor” “holiday” lights, and I’m looking forward to having them up again.

And over the winter there will be time walking in the snowy woods up north, where the outdoor lights are solar, and probably covered til spring.

 

 

 

 

Our “Guest in the Garden” gets a promotion

WHAT!!!???

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Yup, it’s true.  Since I started working from home, our “guest in the garden” has gotten a new set of responsibilities, and a promotion.  He is no longer a guest.  He is now the full-time monitor of the garden, and, more importantly, the office manager.

About an hour into the day he comes in to the office to make sure everything is up to snuff, then returns to his garden monitoring activities (and occasionally a snooze). When I call in for meetings, he hears the speaker phone and comes running to circle around on his office blankie and listen in.   And at the end of the day he reminds me not to over-work by prancing and sneezing to ask for his walk.

Sandy’s contributions have been invaluable and he has worked very hard for this promotion.  Everyone please congratulate Sandy and welcome him to the team full-time.  Please feel free to reach out to him if you have questions about the squirrels, ducks, birds, and bunnies.

Asclepias

Last week I ordered our first 6 deer resistant plants for up north.  Asclepias (milkweed) are the plant where monarch larvae mature to become butterflies. Some sources say the monarch population has decreased by 80% in the past 20 yrs, partially due to pesticide overspray that is killing asclepias.  They are not to be a cut flower (poisonous) but are very beneficial for the monarch population.  They also attract honey bees and hummingbirds use the seed pod floss to line their nests.  We’re going to try them as a naturalized plant up north.  More to come – bearded iris and coneflowers will be our next purchases.