Green Tomatoes anyone?

Green Tomato Mincemeat? Fried Green Tomatoes? Green Tomato Pickle? Green Tomato Marmalade?

I have every freezing, canning, and preserving cookbook I own out on my kitchen counters as I search for recipes for green tomatoes. Some little green pear tomatoes that were reluctant to turn yellow are pickling in a brine crock right now. I have all the ingredients on the butcher block to make green tomato mincemeat. Finding more green tomatoes for more heirloom recipes won’t be a problem. The only tomatoes in my garden are green tomatoes.

Apparently most other local gardeners have the same situation on their hands. The fellow gardeners I have bumped into lately all want to talk about this strange gardening season. Eventually, everyone gets around to their green tomatoes. This Saturday, someone at the Cornish Farmer’s Market had a box of about forty ripe tomatoes for sale. I was impressed and wondered what she had done differently than the rest of us. As I complimented her on having ripe tomatoes, she noted that the only reason she had that many was that she had eighty five tomato plants. She too had nothing but green tomatoes.

There is something going on with the tomatoes this year. They just aren’t ripening.

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When I plan the gardens with the Angels each winter, the designs for the gardens are very precise. A geometric pattern is set by the Angels for each space. Then I receive guidance about what kind of vegetables to grow, specific varieties to use, and numbers of greenhouse grown seedlings to transplant into each garden.

This year, the main vegetable garden and the second big vegetable garden had no tomatoes as part of their design. Even though one is a sixty foot in diameter circle and the other a forty foot diameter, the Angels did not include tomatoes. I didn’t listen to the subtext here. I never really want to know what it means when the Angels say no melons, no eggplants, no tomatoes or any other heat loving vegetables this year. I don’t want to know in January that I will be using my down quilt all but about three days all summer as was the case this year.

So, I pretended the writing was not on the wall. I asked if I could put in a few tomatoes in a small garden area down by the raspberries that was open for planting. The Angels said fine, but to grow only a very few. It was sort of a “whatever” message that clearly indicated that it was a waste of time and garden space to grow tomatoes this year, but I didn’t want to listen. No heat? No sunshine? I all but blocked my ears and sang “I’m not listening”.

That first weekend in March, I started what I thought was a very small but colorful array of tomato varieties. My problem came when I went to plant these tomatoes and realized I had more than I thought. I hate composting a perfectly good little seedling, especially this year when it had been such courageous work for any seedling in there to survive a greenhouse season with virtually no sun. So I planted the thirty or forty plants.

And there they sit, a reminder to listen better. Yesterday after hoarding semi ripe tomatoes for a week, I had enough tomatoes for one very small batch of sauce. I was surprised the sauce was even red. I mostly used cream colored, yellow pear, purple cherokee, and orange tomatoes because they were the only ones ripe. And we are not talking dozens of tomatoes making up this sauce batch. We are talking the saddest little pile of woebegone tomatoes ever.

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I mean, you know you have a problem when even the cherry tomato varieties stay green.

So the bigger picture here is how are we going to navigate climate change? It’s hard not to notice that we live in a different micro climate than a few years back. I recently read an article of dire predictions about world wide crop failures as the climate shifts globally. It occurred to me that beyond the obvious solution of planting a diversity of crops wherever you live, it will be vital to listen carefully to what the Angels suggest we grow, all of us, even folks outside this frame of reference.

It was a good learning experience for me to be so graphically reminded that the Angels really do know what they are talking about. They had me plant an enormous amount of potatoes this year. Probably four times what I have ever grown before. With all the rain and gray weather, potatoes have done fabulously. Irish summer= Irish crops= Good harvest.

Their choice of vegetables to grow this year was narrow, but it was spot on. My second big vegetable garden was just potatoes and brassicas. But everything they guided me to grow has flourished. The tomatoes, chosen on my watch, may not feed me, but they taught me a lot. I don’t have to fear climate changes so much as stay with my guidance.

Right now, I can still go out to my local coop and fill in the gaps of missing produce. But with fuel costs skyrocketing, I think it is not a Cassandra like suggestion to think that we will all be more and more dependent on locally grown foods in the years to come, that perhaps the gaps won’t be so easily filled by apples from Chile and eggplants from Israel. It may not be just a question of fuel costs. My friend from Chile tells me that they are experiencing 70 degree temperatures this winter with everything blooming way too early to set fruit. Who knows if there will always be great volume of produce to import from Chile or anywhere else?

Given the unpredictable nature of the climate changes, there really is no sensible alternative to listening to the intelligence in nature. We have to do this on a grass roots level, garden by garden, and not expect Del Monte to take care of us. By the time Del Monte realizes it has to switch gears about what to grow, we may be pretty hungry!

Working with the Angels and Elementals in a garden is not rocket science. The same kind of kinesiology I describe in the Guide works well for talking to the Angels and Elementals of the vegetable garden. They are happy to talk and they know what they are talking about. Over time, the communication gets easier and easier. My mistakes don’t reflect on them and their wisdom. It’s just me listening inattentively that clogs the works.

But no use crying over spilt milk. I am deeply grateful that the Angels and Elementals will be there come the Winter Solstice, ready to begin again to plan our 2007 gardens with me an even more attentive partner. And they will be there with you, if you want to work with them.

Let me know any way I can encourage any of you to join in this cooperative effort. I have green tomatoes because I didn’t listen and potatoes to feed an army because I did listen. And blessedly my partners, the very ones that would be your partners too, are so kind. They celebrate all my learning no matter how it happened. They’ll celebrate yours too!

For Vicki’s Mama Carole

It’s not just pears and plums ripening here at the farm. Vicki’s baby is due four weeks from today. I thought her mother Carole, who lives in Illinois, might like to see how her daughter is blossoming! Carole is coming when the baby is born, but maybe not before.

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So here is your darling daughter! As you can see Carole, Vicki’s sense of humor remains intact! And we are all good to go, especially now that I have finished knitting the baby’s sweater.

See you soon!

Garden Activities

After a series of soggy, gray days, yesterday was sunny with that incredible clear air of late summer and early fall. This meant tearing around the gardens and nearby fields and woodlands making Flower Essences. I found an unfamiliar wildflower and discovered it to be a member of the pea family called Groundnut.

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Isn’t this an unusual and interesting Flower? So finely detailed and such a striking chocolate pink. I can’t wait to visit with it and begin to find out its Flower Essence gifts.

I made two other new Flower Essences. One was long overdue. Purple Loosestrife. This is that magenta purple Flower that fills the wetlands in the eastern United States, the one with all the leaflets telling people not to plant it because it is a menace. My feeling about plants that are considered invasive is that they are doing some kind of energetic balancing work (I guess I need to apply that theory to my issues with poison ivy….).

With its purple spires, my guess is that Purple Loosestrife is helping the entire eastern seaboard to ground higher vibrational energies. I welcome it into our collection and look forward to talking with it. When I began to make it into an Essence, the Flower sent me such a wave of love I was stopped in my tracks. This made me so very glad that I was bringing it on board. Here are several wands of this Purple Loosestrife near the wetlands where I found it blooming.
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While I was collecting the Groundnut, a nearby plant called out that it too wanted to be made into an Essence. It proved to be a wild variety of Evening Primrose. I happily made it into an Essence also.
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It is interesting to me how the moment I make a new Flower Essence, people call looking for it and the Angels start recommending it left and right. One new Essence from this summer that the Angels have recommended frequently, even before I have had the chance to grasp more than a glimmer of its restorative and revitalizing energetics, is Applemint.
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It is strange and wonderful how Flowers that have been living cheek by jowl with us in the gardens, as is the case with Applemint, suddenly step forward to be incorporated in our Flower Essence collection and immediately find a vital purpose.

So far, the Angels have suggested it for a number of people and animals seeking a deeply restorative experience. It has a cool green refreshing vibration that feels very energizing but not dizzying. That’s not very specific and I hope to write a better description soon.

Another beloved Flower that is coming into greater focus for me and in our collection of Flower Essences is Day Lily. This was one of the first Flower Essences I made almost twenty years ago. It was included in my earliest lists of available Flower Essences, but later was not included in the Guide.

Day Lily is all about awakening. Its Essence helped me to awaken to my calling to Flower Essences. I am only sorry that I fell asleep when it came to keeping it in focus for other people and their awakening processes. Day Lily has been telling me that it wants to be more front and center again both in our gardens and in our collection. This means I have been spending time appreciating the Day Lilies here and thinking about adding more to our gardens. It also means I will be putting Day Lily Flower Essence back into our main line up of Flower Essences.

I found a Day Lily farm in Vermont and discovered it was near my route to Elizabeth’s place in Bennington. On my way home from moving her into her new apartment last weekend, I stopped at Olallie Daylily Gardens in South Newfane, Vermont. Acres and acres of gorgeous Day Lilies greeted me. It was late in the afternoon and the place was quiet with that soft almost evening light that makes Flowers glow. At first, I was just so overwhelmed by all the gorgeous varieties around me that I thought I would never sort out what I wanted. I began to make a list of the Day Lilies calling to me the loudest, but finally surrendered and had a lovely young man dig up a dozen different varieties for me to take home to Green Hope Farm. Day Lilies really are amazing. I planted these new plants the next morning and by the next day they were blooming as if they had never been anywhere else.
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This one is called Gala and already it has put on quite a show.

Well the fog has burned off and the sun is OUT AGAIN! How lucky can I be? The dogs are outside at the door making a racket to get me to join them. So I am off to mulch and weed and harvest plums and pears!

Flow Free

Flow Free.

I have been taking Flow Free a lot lately. This is one of the most versatile remedies in our collection. It is so deeply helpful in so many ways. Like many Flower Essences and Flower Essence combinations, when it was first created, we saw only the tip of the iceberg of how it supports people and animals in their healing tasks. As the years have unfolded, we have begun to see beneath the surface to its vast and diverse strengths.

The tip of the iceberg for which Flow Free was created was urinary tract issues, specifically a request for Flower Essence help from an older gentleman with prostate issues. On a number of trips to Bermuda, Lynn and I decided to seek out Flowers that we thought would help with flow issues in this part of the body. We called this our “P” project and the Flowers were referred to as our “P” plants. Okay, so it was a fun project! We laughed a lot! But we also came back from these trips with fabulously Flower Essences, helpful in their own right and vital to our beloved Flow Free combination remedy.

Our most memorable moment making “P” Flower Essences for this remedy came when we made our first batch of Monkey Tail. We found this pendulous long fuzzy red Flower in the gardens of a very posh, very old world resort owned by a childhood friend of Lynn’s. As we lowered the long hairy flower into our glass bowl, a prim group of Brits gazed at us with equal parts veiled curiosity and equal parts horror at our unseemly and strangely suggestive behavior.

After that, I grew Monkey Tail in the greenhouse here so as to avoid this kind of scene. This was a relief to Lynn who has the impeccable manners born of a Bermuda childhood. She would say that she bore with me through my “P” Flower Essence missions out of compassion for this friend with the prostate issue, but I think SHE actually coined the phrase “P” plant and as I recall, she laughed just as hard as I did when we created the furor at the resort.

In any case, the gardens here and the gardens of Bermuda gave us a wonderful compliment of Flower Essences for our friend’s issue. The Angels encouraged us to make the group into a combination remedy they called Flow Free. By the time we launched the remedy, we had realized from feedback and our own experiences that Flow Free offered supportive information for all sorts of issues of the urinary tract not just prostate issues, so that was the basis for our initial definition.

Almost at once, we found the Angels and our own intuition leading us to suggest this remedy for a much broader range of issues. Flow Free offers helpful information for circulatory issues. It offers helpful information for any kind of blockage. The blockage need not be physical. Basically, any time there is resistance or a sense of things not moving, a need to let go, or a desire to go with the flow then Flow Free surfaces as a possible support.

Stories flooded back to us about this remedy. They still do. This morning I was thinking about writing about Flow Free and one of the first emails on my desktop concerned an ailing cat with non specific symptoms who had found much better health after being given this remedy. This was the nudge I needed to write about Flow Free.

I use the phrase “non-specific symptoms” intentionally. Flow Free unlocks and releases situations that defy description and seem to defy help. I think of it as the stealth Essence in the collection, the one I would suggest for mysterious situations.

I don’t mean to suggest it’s a mysterious process to arrive at Flow Free as a possible tool. It’s just that because of the many mysterious situations in which it has unlocked and released the situation, I have needed to broaden and then broaden some more my sense of when and how to offer this remedy to the world. Basically, Flow Free is one I now think about offering for most any situation. And when I check with the Angels, which is what I do whenever someone asks for a suggestion, the Angels so often concur. Flow Free it is.

One of the things I notice about the Angels is that they work with the essences in a metaphorical way as well as a literal way. If someone is back stabbing you, they will suggest Watch Your Back. If you are being pestered by someone else, they will suggest Flee Free. With Flow Free they have helped me see that it helps with emotional flow, flow of ideas, flow of material goods, flow of tears when grief is bottled up, basically any situation when things are dammed up and need to flow better.

Right now they have suggested it for me as I navigate the transition of Lizzy and Ben off in their new apartments and Jim, Emily, and William back to school. Flow Free helps me go with the flow of all these changes. I am drinking a quart jar of water with Flow Free in it right now. From the moment of birth onwards, letting go seems to be the job description of parenthood and never more so for me than this week.

And how did the moves go? Ben is now ensconced in a great apartment on the top floor of a boy’s dorm at Kimball Union Academy. The view from each of his dormer windows is breathtaking, sort of like paintings by Bruegel in which you can see world after world unfolding in the distance. We dubbed his place the “Crow’s Nest” because of this sense of overlooking the world and then discovered that one of the last people who had lived there also called it that. Lizzy is settled into a charming old house, part of faculty and staff housing at Bennington. For those who love synchronicities as much as I do and who have been hanging with my rhino blogs this summer, you may find it as funny as I did that when we unpacked Lizzy’s pots and pans in the kitchen of her new home, we found a ceramic RHINO sitting on the top of the stove. How that comforted me that she was right where the universe wanted her!

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Here she is holding the rhino of Faculty Row #3, in Bennington, Vermont!

Four Swarms

There really was too much going on the last couple of days for me to deal with FOUR swarms. And of course bee man Jim was GONE every time the bees swarmed. I swear they wait until he leaves the property to swarm!

Whatever were the bees thinking? Every time another swarm happened, all of us in the office would be alerted to the latest swarm activity because the very air of our building would take on a deep resonant bee buzz noise. Then we would look out to see another 10,000 plus bees take off in a cloud of whirling glory.

Have I said this clearly enough? I love bees, but I really do not understand why they do what they do. I love being around them. Even standing in the middle of a swarm makes me happy, but I have absolutely no intellectual understanding of what makes them tick. Or why they would leave a spacious hive full of honey as well as new empty frames for the wilds of a new home with no honey waiting.

When I asked them why they were swarming, the gist of their answer was “Because we feel like it.” This was a wonderfully sassy response, but not terribly edifying.

One thing I do know about swarms is that a swarm takes off from a hive with a new queen bee in its midst. It will then temporarily settle in a nearby branch in a big pulsing mass of bees, all protecting this new queen bee. Scouts from the swarm then go out to seek a new home. When they find a spot to move the new colony, the whole mass of bees takes off, quite fast I might add, for the new home.

This temporary rest before moving to the new home is the time I can try and get a swarm into one of our empty hive boxes and thus get a new hive for the farm. The first two swarms in this latest go round happened within minutes of each other. While both swarms were in flight, I asked the Angels how to proceed. The Angels told me not to try and put these swarms in new hives.

Because I get some nutty ideas like “I really CAN carry an empty hive up a step ladder and toss a mass of bees into a waiting hive box, it was an excellent thing the Angels clarified that I was NOT to try and collect these first two swarms. Both hives settled on a branch twenty feet up in the air, a location perfect for me to balance on a step ladder while holding a hive and then making a free fall dive with or without accompanying bees.

I want to take GOOD care of the bees here. This means I might have tried some foolish maneuver on a step ladder. The Angels, over the years, have learned to be VERY CLEAR with me when they want to kibosh one my overly optimistic ideas. I am most grateful for their sensible guidance. Jim too, I imagine.

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Here’s a view of the first two swarms. Notice, no step ladder in sight.
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Here’s what the air looks like when the bees are on the go.

Swarm three and four were a different matter. They settled about six feet off the ground on the branches of our big oak tree. I was given the Angelic thumbs up to collect these swarms. Jim, of course, had just left the farm when these swarms happened. Without injury to self or bees, I managed to get both swarms into new hives.

When trying this maneuver, the key is moving the queen. If I can get her settled into the new hive, the rest of the bees will stay. I do this with such finesse. I grab big handfuls of bees until the branches are stripped bare and hope the queen in amongst those in the bottom of the new hive box. I love scooping live bees into an empty hive. It is unlike any other experience I can think of.

I did NOT appreciate the fact that I had to go out to the barn and build a box and assemble the beeswax frames for inside the hive when swarm number four happened. It was already hot and bothered by dealing with swarm three in that attractive insulating bee suit wear. I had to build the frames as fast as possible because I didn’t know how long I had before the scout bee found a new home. My hammer skills were not great with the itsy bitsy nails needed to build the frames. I actually asked the Angel of Bees to help me and that seemed to do the trick. I got everything built before this fourth swarm took off and as of this morning, the two new hives were humming away with bees coming and going to the late summer Flowers like Goldenrod.

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Note that I am standing on some random chair with the new hive perched precariously on another chair. I have a knack for doing stuff with the most half baked equipment.

The symbolism of all these swarms doesn’t escape me. Two of our children are moving into their own apartments off the farm TOMORROW! Hence the two swarms on the go and Angelic directives to LET THEM GO. Mercifully our other two children will be with us awhile longer. Hence the two swarms I could put in new spacious boxes right next to our two parental sized original hives.

I know, I know. All this swarming means more room for the original queen bee in her hive ( and fewer dirty dishes) but GULP! It will feel really weird not to have so many bodies around! Ben is moving to a faculty apartment in a dorm at Kimball Union Academy and Elizabeth to an apartment in Bennington, Vermont. TOMORROW! Did I say that already? Only wish we could move all the stuff needed for two empty apartments as easily as those bees got moved!

On another topic, the peaches have ripened without the hail storm I probably deserved after my counting my peaches before they ripened.

Or maybe I got what I deserved. Each evening this week, I have been peeling, cutting and/or canning them up. We canned them without sugar to meet the needs of some in my group who live sugar free ( this would not include me). Since there really is an enormous crop, later this week, I will can more in a light sugar syrup to meet the needs of others in our group who prefer sugar on everything. Then we will move onto the pear crop which also looks to be substantial.

In the meantime, at every meal we eat the peaches in complete amazement that these luscious fruits could actually grow here at the arctic circle. Peach pies have also been featured. Here’s one in progress

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Don’t you just love May May sitting there underfoot, just hoping I will lose interest in all this frenzied activity at the stove and get back to the really important stuff like throwing a ball for her.

As I finished this, Vicki called out from the next room that the bees seem to be on the go again…. and then Jim came in to say its going to be very cold tonight, maybe in the 30’s. I don’t know which to do first, put on my bee suit or go to the barn to get the sprinkler organized for tonight’s low temperatures. The Red Shiso may need to be kept warm with this sprinkler come five am tomorrow morning!

As a community of Flowers, Angels, Nature Spirits, Dogs, Cats and even some People, Green Hope Farm can be a funny place……and I love telling you all about it!