The deer population has exploded in our neighborhood and consequently most of the Flowers and vegetables in the gardens have fed frolicking families of deer (and no humans).

Every time I get really cross with the deer, say for eating all the day lily buds during an evenings stroll,  I stumbled on a  spotted fawn tucked in the grass of our hayfield.

It is hard to be furious at a fawn.

Yesterday a pair of fawns ran in front of me then tucked themselves in the grass to look at me.  WITH FAWN EYES.  It’s an understatement to describe fawn eyes as irresistible.

Where was mom?  Probably in the main vegetable garden  chewing the last of the cucumber vines or making sure she had eaten every sprig of Sweet Pea.

I haven’t completely thrown in the towel on harvesting SOMETHING from the gardens.  As you know from a previous blog post, I made a fence around the bean garden to stop the deer from eating all the bean plants. This was an enormous flop as the deer sailed over my six foot effort as if it wasn’t there.  Frost cloth was my next effort. I covered the  bean spiral with this frost cloth and anchored it all securely to the ground.  The deer quickly learned how to pull up the frost cloth, anchor pins and all.

Each morning I repair the damage.  I think there are beans under some of the frost cloth.  It could just be crab grass.  I don’t really think any surviving beans are enjoying their summer under cloth even though as a self pollinating crop this should work.  Should being the operative word.

With the gardens under siege, you would think that the netting I have over our blueberry patch would be a bright spot of bird and animal free harvesting.  This net is easily 150 feet by 50 feet, and it is draped over a wooden frame high above our blueberries.  The netting is anchored around the outside of the patch with 2x4s and other long pieces of heavy piping,  You’d think this would be enough. But it’s not.

Nor was the scarecrow Grace and I made a deterrent in any way. I don’t think it has scared off a single bird. You’d think faux fur gloves would do the trick, but no.

Squirrels, chipmunks and ever so many birds are constantly working the perimeter like the raptors in Jurassic Park.  Once one (or five) of them find a way in (and they always do), I have to roll up a corner of the netting and shoo everyone out.  Every time I free a bird or squirrel that has broken in but can’t break out, I talk firmly to them, “Stay out and tell your relatives to stay out too.  I’ll give you your share of the harvest as soon as I have taken our share.”  After about an hour, their nephews or cousins, aunts and uncles disregard the information provided by their newly freed relatives and give it a try.

It doesn’t help that Sheba finds it very entertaining to bark at everything that gets trapped inside the netting.

One thing I have learned during my efforts to free imprisoned blueberry thieves: There is nothing quite like being charged by a squirrel on the run..   It’s completely adrenalizing but somehow very funny too.

So what with the nonstop deer festival, complete failure of my protection measures and a growing season without rain ( until this week) the  gardens are not looking their best.

All during this time, the Angels have continued to have me do the detailed energetic cleaning and clearing I wrote about in a blog post earlier this summer. And, surprisingly,  the Angels tell me the gardens’ vibrations have never been better in spite of what things look like.  Sometimes when I stop chasing deer (they hardly move when I come out to shoo them away), I can feel the wonderful vibration too.  It’s such a good reminder that we can never tell what is happening by appearances.

The Angels also remind me frequently that things often look worse before they look better.  They also note that the appearance of things is not the reality of things.

Beyond the comfort this brings in regards to the events in the world,  these pep talks also reminded me of this small organization that the little village of Meriden began in the 1980’s when nuclear war between the Soviet Union and the United States felt dangerously close.

When some very sweet buddhist monks walked through town on a peace march, it galvanized a group of us in town to start the Meriden Peace Trust.  It was not a religious organization or a political one.  I am not sure any of us  had a clue what we could do, but the next thing we knew, we were sending various people from our town to the Soviet Union on community exchanges.

The sentiment behind the exchanges was summed up by this postcard which I kept close then and keep close now.

We sent school children and grandmothers. We sent the postmaster’s wife and the town plumber. And soon Soviet citizens were also coming to Meriden for potlucks and homestays.  Cynics said that the Soviet Union was only sending us communist party members. All we knew was that the first place the lady visitors wanted to go was to JC Penney’s for some American underwear.  This seemed pretty normal to us, especially after our visitors told us that bras were almost impossible to find in Soviet shops.

I don’t remember how we funded this.  I think we must have sent out letters to folks to raise the money for airfare for those we sent abroad.  I just remember the gatherings with or visitors where hopelessness was left at the door and we ate together and danced together and heard each other’s stories.

Some would say our efforts couldn’t possibly have made a difference.  But who knows.   It seems to me that these small acts of kindness and connection are the only thing that matters. And these small things are always possible for us to do.

I can continue to talk gently to the deer to encourage them to share the gardens.  We share this world and these gardens together even if imperfectly.  I can continue to laugh with the nutty squirrels and not take myself so seriously about the gardens looking so bedraggled.

The mail today was so full of loving letters from you.  These cards and letters lifted us up.  Not only had the deer eaten every edible in the garden, but we had an enormously busy week with almost everyone on the staff out on vacation.  Your cards perked me up.  They perked up the skeleton crew here..  We had a skip in our step after I read all the notes aloud.  We finished the day in high spirits.  And as far as what’s for supper, there is always the farmstand down the road.  Last time I checked the deer didn’t have the cash for raiding that place.

I’m very excited to re-introduce Allspice/Spice Tree (Pimenta officinalis) once again!

This time of year I make Flower Essences in glass bowls all over the gardens.  This is to replenish supplies of Flower Essence made here at the farm.

The obvious difficulty with our collections from other parts of the Earth is that it is much harder to keep stocked with these Flower Essences. Allspice/Spice Tree was one casualty of geography: We ran out of this Flower Essence as I never seemed to be on Bermuda when Allspice/Spice Tree was blooming.

Problems with sourcing extended beyond this friend. So many wonderful tropical plants of Bermuda and St. John are beloved Flower Essences  and key ingredients in our combination Flower Essences.  However trips to both islands are infrequent.  So more than 25 years ago I started to raise tropical plants in our greenhouse, so that when it was impossible to get to the islands, we would have a bit of the islands here at the farm.

This time of year these tropical beloveds are particularly happy as they are sunk in soggy peat moss out in the cold frames, directly soaking up the sun, rain, warmth and humidity of summer while also keeping their roots nice and cool and damp.

In this rather muddled picture, the Frangipanis rise up above the many Limes, Lemons, Oranges, Grapefruits, Bougainvilleas, Jasmines, Calliandras, Pink Tecomas, Bananas, Bignonias, Pomegranates and other tropical plants.  The Frangipanis are ten feet tall now with many other tropical friends almost as tall.

We sourced most of these tropical plants from Logee’s, a supplier of tropical plants in Danielson, Connecticut. Logee’s has offered tropical plants since 1892.  I grew up near Logee’s. Many a winter afternoon saw me in their amazing, ancient and enormous greenhouses wandering to my heart’s content. If you live anywhere near Logee’s ( and even if you don’t) a visit to Logee’s is worth the trip.  Some of the plants are over a hundred years old and the fragrances and abundant Flowers are a joy to experience.

And interestingly enough many Bermudian gardens were built with tropical plants from Logee’s. This importing went on until the customs got too difficult about 20 years ago. I was always so happy when I found a plant marker in Bermudian friends’ gardens with the Logee’s logo.

Anyways….a decade ago I noticed that Logee’s offered small Allspice plants. I purchased a tiny pot and then I waited, repotting on occasions as the specimen because a small tree.  The wait was worth it as now for the first time it is covered in blossoms.

What a thrill it was to see the first Flowers this summer!

Aren’t they interesting?

Given the intensity of the spice, ground from the berries of this tree and redolent with cinnamon, clove and nutmeg scents and flavors in both berry and leaf, it’s no surprise its Flower Essence is all about the senses.

Here was my original post in the fall 1994 green newsletter introducing Spice Tree/ Allspice..

Any of you out there that remember those green newsletters? I wrote the newsletters and my children, so little at the time, did the art.  What fun it was to create those newsletters!

We used to get many thousands of them printed, then we’d hand sort them into matching zip code bundles. The sorting process would take over every room in the farmhouse and from room to room we would call out what we learned as we discovered pockets of Green Hope friends. “We have 25 friends in Fort Bragg, CA.”  Did you know we had THAT many friends in Puerto Rico?” All this sorting meant we could send the newsletters out with our postal permit #5 which gave us our first and last savings on postage.

Then came the internet…..and all things online! ( and the kids grew up and weren’t so interested in doing art for their mom’s newsletter).

This last week the Angels, Elementals and I made Allspice/Spice Tree into a Flower Essence again. 24 years later, the Angels and Elementals tell me that they are content with the original description, but they would like us to call the Flower Essence Allspice not Spice Tree so more people can connect it with that spice in their spice cupboard.

I ask them for an I AM affirmation.

I AM my awakened senses.

Okay a bit of a grandiose title, but bear with me….

The garden designs got switched up in late winter from one set of plans to another. In over 30 years here, this was a first to have plans I received in January be discarded by the Angels and Elementals in March.  The new plans involved spirals in every garden. It was fun to plant these spirals and now as they grow, the feeling of all these spirals is wonderful. There is a dill and cilantro spiral, a dahlia spiral, a potato spiral, a sunflower spiral, a beet, radish and chard spiral.

You get the drift.

One large garden is a spiral entirely of beans. I was feeling pretty smug about how well the bean spiral was doing. Then two days ago, on my morning tour of the gardens, I discovered the deer had munched a big section of bean plants.

I already lost so many crops to the cats and mice who ate or destroyed almost all the seed flats in the greenhouse this spring.  As I looked at what was left of the bean plants,  I was mad about losing yet another crop to the deer.  So I built a fence of stakes and twine all the way around the bean spiral with a big energetic “THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER THINGS FOR YOU TO EAT THAN THE BEANS.” Deer could easily jump my fence, but I hoped it would remind them they know how to restrain themselves.

What it reminded them of was that the beet and chard spiral was not fenced in. That was dinner for the deer the night I put up the fence.

Which brings me to the point of this post- a new way to work in partnership with the Elementals- a specificity in asking for help and a deeper letting go in complete trust.

As I wander the thirty plus year old gardens here, all worked in partnership with the Angels and Elementals from the beginning, I see how different all the plantings are than they were ten or twenty or thirty years ago. Some trees, shrubs and perennials, no matter how many times I replanted them, just didn’t settle in and stay.  Others have thrived beyond my wildest expectations. This letting go to the wisdom of the garden has been stepped up a notch this season, and not just because of my skirmishes with the deer.

It’s like all the threads have been there, but I finally can feel how the cloth goes together.

Yes, Deer Family, I do not always do this gracefully, but I DO keep asking the Elementals to manifest what is in Divine order and NOT what me or any other  human thinks this should be.

As a part of this process, I have long asked for the generic removal of all negativity, but now I am more specific. I ask the Elementals to clear from the land ANYTHING that is not in Divine order including but not limited to negativity, toxic heavy metals, radiation, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides that might have blown in with a wind or rain, ANYTHING not serving the Light.

Somehow, this specificity represents my deepening awareness that if we all ask for the Elementals’ help, they will help us heal this entire planet. No job is too big or too small for them.

The Elementals are THE KEY to restoring Earth. They stand ready to work with us if we but ask. They NEED US TO ASK in order to do all they can.  The wonderful news is that as we ask them to do this work, garden by garden, building by building, geographical place by place, IT WILL BE DONE.

Elementals can transmute anything. We don’t need to limit our requests to the generic “negativity”.  We can ask for help with anything we think might be a specific issue on the land we are on and then in addition ask for the generic removal of all negativity.  In this deepening conversation with the Elementals comes a greater sense of working together to heal a planet we love.

When we ask them to remove and transmute all that is not in alignment with Divinity,  it releases the land we are asking them to work into natural alignment with Divinity.

Transmute means literally change in form, nature or substance. This request for clearing is not just moving one place’s toxic stuff to somewhere else. It is a request for the Elementals to do what they do, dissolve what is not in alignment with Divinity back into the formlessness from which it came. That is the Elementals’ work after all- to manifest form and also return form into formlessness.

I really hope you’ll join me in asking the Elementals holding your part of the world in form to do this clearing and transmuting process. This is a way forward for all of us.

And as I go forward, I try to remember that I do not know exactly what this transmuting process is going to look like. I need to continue to work to let go of my expectations and TRUST.

Divine order is beyond my understanding. I simply need to ask for the Elementals’ help and let go. My work is to embrace what happens and savor the mysterious and wonderful unfolding of a healing Earth EVEN IF IT MEANS NO BEETS OR CHARD THIS YEAR!

 

Because spring is not busy enough on a farm, life now finds us crossing off our old email address on 10,000 postcards,  applying new email info to printed pamphlets and scrambling to change every online interface we have from our old email address to our new one.

Before I go further,  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE change our email in your computer address book from the OLD soon to be GONE FOREVER email of green.hope.farm@valley.net to our NEW email address of

allofus@greenhopeessences.com

YES! There are 2 e’s on a row in there.

Did you change it?

Whew!  Now that you have done that, I can continue my tale of technology woe.

Wait? Did you REALLY change it?

Because you REALLY need to! No joke!

Last week, Jim read in our local paper The Valley Snooze News that all valley.net addresses were going to be discontinued by a new company that just bought the server. He reported we had just days to jump ship, because people sending emails to all valley.net addresses were not even going to get a bounce back to tell them that the email didn’t exist anymore.  Some guy named Chip who had abandoned his valley.net address “years ago” to embrace gmail  was quoted as saying, “That’s progress.”

THANKS FOR THE UPDATE Chip.

And with that pronouncement,  6,000 valley.net addresses were history.

It was rude strange that we read about the end of our email address in the paper. It seemed rude bizarre there was  no notice from the company.  In fact, we still haven’t gotten ANY notice, rude or otherwise, from the company.

On hearing this news, I got that glazed look that most technology glitches give me. To my adult children, who were sitting at the kitchen table relaxed and scrolling through Instagram, FB, texts and the internet simultaneously, my face  probably looked like one painted by Edvard Munch pained.

Behind that face lay a brain spinning out of control already brain-storming solutions.  I was immediately busy plotting solutions for this nightmare conundrum. Too busy in fact to  fake technology serenity.

Green Hope Farm has had this email address for 25 years.  Everything we do loops through this email address. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING.  My list of things to sort out is several pages long. And growing.

Fortunately as I wrung my hands, Sarah and Will said, “NO PROBLEM!”  Mercifully for them they did not say, “That’s progress.” Instead they said, “This happens every day.  We can fix everything.” and they ARE fixing everything except my attitude.

Today for example, Sarah and Jen are getting the kinks out of the new email system.

allofus@greenhopeessences.com

But you know that, right? Because you changed it in your computer address book! Right?

Not to beat a dead horse but We REALLY need you to change us in your computer, because valley.net is kaput. This new company could give a hoot that valley.net, as an offshoot of Dartmouth’s blitz mail, was one of the first email communities ever.  They could give a hoot about the 6,000 people like me are who are trying to wrap their spinning heads around life after valley.net.

I hope everyone has a team like I do tuning our their worried mother holding my hand and telling me to CHILL. But I doubt it.

Valley.net stopped giving out valley.net addresses 20 years ago, so that means the 6,000 of us dinosaurs customers, unlike Mr. That’s Progress Chip, have been clinging to our valley.net addresses and resisting change for at least 20 years and/or haven’t had an assertive lively group of young people around them dragging them into the future encouraging change as I have or as Chip clearly had.

TRUE CONFESSION- My son, webmaster Ben, suggested I make a change in email address years ago.  He was joined by a Greek chorus of other siblings.  But I insisted I liked the bucolic sound of our obsolete email address.  I regret my foot dragging.  There, I said it. 

So back to the main point of this post- The old email will not work in a matter of days despite my Herculean efforts to stop the flow of time– and if you send an email to that address,  IT WON’T BOUNCE BACK and tell you we didn’t get your mail  either.

My great grandfather was an GP in Philadelphia and when he didn’t hear from a patient for awhile, he would tell other patients that the person was  dead, even when he or she was very much alive and kicking. IF YOU DO NOT HEAR FROM US in response to emailing the old email address, WE ARE NOT DEAD! As Chip would say, It’s progress.

PS Is it ironic that technology can create problems only a human can fix, one cross off at a time?

In this post

-We take Green Hope geeking to a whole new level.

-We discover that  a drop is not a drop.

-We answer all your questions about who funded this study.

-We establish that while Molly has been accused of having no left brain, there ARE people at the farm with very high functioning left brains ( just not me).

-We discover that one of the staffers with a wonderful left AND right brain, Jen Lenz,  would leave no stone unturned to be accurate in how we answer your questions.

To explain- Staff Goddess, Jennifer Lenz, decided she wanted to double check the number of drops in our bottles since we routinely tell you that the 1/2 oz bottle contains 300 drops and the 2 oz bottle (at four times the size of the 1/2 oz) contains 1200 drops.

From left to right 2 oz bottle, 1/2 oz bottle &  2 oz spritzer bottle

Being an engineer by training, Jen likes accuracy.  She also has a lot of patience which is perhaps one reason why she rode a bike across our country from Meriden, NH to San Francisco, CA while most of the rest of us fly in a plane. (When checking with her on the departure and destination points, she notes that she did not go directly from here to there but did a lot of wandering- Thank you for ensuring this blog post accurately describes your trip)

In any case, all this translated into Jen patiently sitting down with test bottles to count out the drops.

It never occurred to me that the data could be different than when I did this count 30 years ago, but Jen wanted to verify my old data as 30 years is a long, long time.  This general penchant to have things “never occur to me” could be one of the reasons my family often says about me, “She never expects the Spanish Inquisition.”

OK- Without any further meanderings, here are the results, straight from Jen’s tiny lab in her tiny home ( which I might add, is about the cutest house I have ever been in- if she could fit in a second bed, she might find me there way too often)

(Maybe here is the place to note about Jen’s funding. She received no bribes from ANYONE to get the results she got and even refused to be paid with a second bed, one that I offered to install for “no particular reason” beyond my selfless generosity)

Findings from the tiny house auxiliary laboratory for flower essence sciences:

2-ounce bottles

2 ounces is approximately 57 grams with dropper and with the Flower Essence level at the base of the neck of the bottle.

Each large dropper has approximately 17 drops in it.

2 ounces is approximately 1220 drops (I may have spaced out a few times, but probably within dozen or so drops and amazingly close to what we have been saying.)

SPRITZER BOTTLES

Each spritz is approximately 3 drops with approximately 440 sprays in a 2-ounce bottle (spraying that many times was actually easier than I thought it would be).

0.5-ounce bottles

0.5 ounces is approximately 14 grams with dropper and with the Flower Essence level is at the tippy top of the bottle

Each small dropper top has approximately 12 drops in it

0.5 ounces is only approximately 210 drops (!!!!) with the standard small dropper top.

Wait…what? Yes, I tried it multiple times. All were the same.

So, I tried it with the larger dropper top in the 0.5-ounce bottle…AND

0.5 ounces is approximately 305 drops with the larger dropper top!! As it should be!

In conclusion, not all dropper tops are made the same!!! And what’s up with the small dropper tops? As I was counting the drops from the smaller dropper top, I did think “geez…do these drops look bigger?” Are all drops just a drop? 

I have no idea what you want to do with this data, but this has been your science lesson of the day.

xoxo, Jen (I may miss science) Lenz

So now we wonder- How do we explain this phenomena to you all?

On our most recent batch of droppers (we buy them in 50,000 to 100,000  lots) the dropper tips (the glass units called pipettes) are shaped differently than in previous batches. This change in dropper tips is not something that we asked for. The manufacturer just sent different dropper pipettes.  (Once this happened with the opening of our half ounce glass bottles and we had to rebuild our bottling gizmo because we had 100,000 bottles with openings too narrow for our bottling gizmo- but that is another story)

Anyway, back to our current situation.  Older 1/2 oz dropper tips apparently make smaller drops than this new batch of dropper tips.  So if you have older Essences as in six months old or older, you probably have these older dropper tips and will get 300 drops out of your bottle. If you have newer Essences then consider that one drop is really more like 1.5 even 2 drops from one of the older dropper tips.  Please know  you can use fewer drops with these new dropper tips to get the same number of dosages.

REASSURING TRUE FACT THAT CANNOT BE ALTERED BY BAD MANUFACTURING PRACTICES: A LITTLE BIT OF FLOWER ESSENCES CONTAINS THE SAME INFORMATION AS A LOT OF FLOWER ESSENCES THEREFORE YOU DO NOT NEED A LOT OF FLOWER ESSENCES TO GET THEIR HEALING INFORMATION.

Given this truth, drops are elevant in terms of you getting the highest number of doses from your bottle of Essences, but not in terms of you getting the healing information of the Essences.  .

Get the most  from your bottles of Essences is one reason we mention SPRITZING so much.

It is also SUCH an effective way to give you and your beloveds the information of the Flower Essences.  With a spritzer your subtle electrical bodies as well as your physical body get the information of the Essences. Your mental, emotional, etheric AND physical bodies and their  many electrical receptors get the information at the same time!

Spritzing is also, according to our Green Hope Farm Lab Goddess Jen, a very cost effective way to use the Essences.  Remember with a spritzer bottle you can put a couple droppersful of whatever Essences you want to work with in an empty spritzer bottle then fill with water, and according to Jen,  get 440 spritzes!

That is a lot of SPRITZING!

Please email with any questions about this data Attention Jen- Her answers will be more accurate than mine!

The adorable Jen Lenz at the computer