Winter Gardening

potted tomatoes

It seems somewhat ironic to me that, although I enjoy researching, planting and growing tomatoes, I do not like to eat them. Melissa, my wife, enjoys just about any type of tomato; from a green zebra or tiny siberian to a beefy big boy; if it is a tomato, she will probably eat it. I grow them, and she eats them – it works out to be a low-waste working arrangement. I have two tomato plants that seem to be carryovers from the summer time. I planted both mid-summer, but never brought them outside. One is a large, siberian heirloom (pictured) and the other is a black prince (from fedco seeds).

As it turns out, other of my tomato plants are of Russian heritage – both hail from Siberia, as well. The siberian is doing well from a foliage standpoint, but have only produced two tomatoes. It is most likely not getting the right amount of sunlight. Even though the tomatoes hail from Siberia, I am pretty sure they were not originally grown during the winter months. It may also be a flowering issue. The siberian is a determinant tomato variety; meaning, it sets all its flowers at once as opposed to an indeterminate variety which has a continuous or staggered setting. If a round of flowers fail to set fruit on the siberian (or any determinant), you will have to wait for new growth to take place and a new round of flowers to appear. The black prince, on the other hand, has yet to show any flowers let alone having flowers set into fruit. It is growing better, now that I moved it to a different, more southerly-exposed window.

In addition to the tomato plants, I have several varieties of peppers growing, as well as lemon balm, sweet basil, italian thyme, sage, a single container of rudbeckia, four potted paperwhite narcissus bulbs, as well as a potted amaryllis variety called ‘apple blossom’. The peppers seem to be a relatively standard crop for me in the winter. They usually take all winter to grow and will fruit late spring or early summer. The varieties include Habanero (Scott Bonnet), Aji, Cayenne, a sweet-white-colored pepper called "Dove" and one that had "mezcla picante" on the seed pack – which just means "spicy mix". The only ones that are not doing well are the Habaneros. I would just guess the less than balmy 65 degrees F in the kitchen is not cutting it for them. The peppers, for the most part with the exception of the Habaneros, are easy to grow. I use clean, empty 24 oz plastic yogurt containers (it is a good reuse of these sturdy, plastic vessels). A bit of garden potting soil, a pinch of some good fertilizer, regular watering and a nice sunny spot seem to work just fine.

The herbs seem to be slightly more of a hit or miss. I am not sure if it is a temperature issue or a light issue or perhaps, both. I had a pot of basil and a pot of lemon balm fail to grow anything. One of the lemon balms is going great guns, but it was started in the late summer. Crushing a leaf or two between one’s fingers releases the delightful smell of lemon from it. Melissa and a friend of hers used some of it in a batch of soap they made. Although, I do not think they used enough, it makes for a great idea for a future batch of soap.

The italian thyme just continues to chug along. I planted it from several years ago, and the set the pot on the window sill in the kitchen. It makes for a excellent addition to just about any tomato-based sauce or even a vegetable/tofu or bean soups. I use the sage less now that I went mostly vegetarian – it is an herb that lends mostly poultry but can work well with fish, too.

Next time – Snowshoeing in Judge Magney State Park

Winter Musings

raven in a tree

The winter solstice seems to have come and gone; I will admit, I missed the lunar eclipse on the solstice. I am somewhat disappointed in having missed something that last occurred in the year 1638. It is not like I had any pagan rituals planned, moreover, it is not like I had anything planned.

It seems that Christmas (at least for those of a western European descent or leaning) is now upon us. As children, my sister, Meghann, and I would dread the long trek through the many days of December leading up to Christmas. She would make those paper-count-down-chains; tearing off one link per day until Christmas had arrived. On or near December 12th, our mother’s birthday, the tree was brought into the house and decorated. Shortly after, the presents would be brought down from our mother’s closet and set under the tree. Our family always celebrated Christmas by opening the presents on Christmas Eve; this was followed by driving around the city or region looking at Christmas lights. Some Christmases, our mother would put out luminaries; they lined the sidewalk coming up to the front door. By morning, the forgotten white paper bags would be nothing more than charred and blackened rings in the snow. Christmas day was spent assembling Legos as well as brewing the coffee (yes, even as a child, as young as 8 or 10, I received coffee as gifts). We also had a semi-large Christmas-day meal.

Throughout the 1990s, Christmas and the general patterns and rituals surrounding Christmas changed. Meghann went off college; the paper-chains disappeared. Grandparents passed away and the number of people receiving and giving gifts decreased. The Christmas-day meal went from being an event where the good silverware was brought out and a large Christmas ham was carved up – to a mid-afternoon gathering where hot tuna sandwiches were eaten and a game of Trivial Pursuit was played.

A few years after Melissa and I were married, we arrived upon our own ritual: go someplace on or near Christmas. Last year, we drove to Grand Marais on Christmas day. The year before, it was a drive up the shore to Silver Bay. This year, we headed to Ely. Piragis Northwoods Company, Wintergreen Northern Wear, Northern Grounds Cafe (there are businesses that do not have "North" in their name), a nice drive around Lake Shagawa, and a short drive up the Echo Trail. The cafe was excellent and even had vegetarian menu items. Hound Madelyn came with for the adventure, too. She was warmly welcomed in Piragis where she was fitted for a skijoring harness. Melissa helped the local economy by purchasing two skijoring harnesses (one for Madelyn, and one for her friend Annie’s dog, Jack), two pairs of snowshoes (one set for me, and one set for her) and a few other odds and ends.

Today, on Christmas Eve no less, I did the unChristmasy thing of making vegetarian red-and-black bean chili. Even with nearly two feet of snow on the ground, it just does not feel like Christmas. Only today did we get a tree. A 20″ potted Italian stone pine. At least there are the memories of Christmases of yore – when I was a child.

For the next posting, I hope to detail herbs I have planted in the house for growing during the winter as well as what I have up my sleeve for bees this spring.

The Bishop of Turkey and what I want for Christmas

St. Nicholas

Somewhere between a Roman holiday celebrating the winter solstice and the birth of a baby (who would eventually have a religion formed around him), coniferous trees, garlands, cookies & milk, a whole lot of money spending, and the former Bishop of Turkey, e.g. St. Nicholas, all got involved with what is now known as Christmas. Eventually, and somehow, St. Nicholas went from being the Bishop of Turkey to being a fat man of western European descent who lived at the North Pole with elves and reindeer; his name also changed to Santa Claus. Some European cultures never advanced the idea of magical reindeer and elves; David Sedaris tells in Six to Eight Black Men that in the Netherlands, St. Nicholas roams from house to house with a small posse of former slaves to give good children small gifts and to kick and beat bad children.

Here in the US, Christmas-time brings forth images of people and their families coming together, having a large meal (or two), exchanging gifts and well-wishes all while enjoying a warm fire in the fireplace with a lighted Christmas tree nearby; they may even have another big meal at some point. I am not a people-person. Most people who know me, and interact with me either socially or in a workplace-setting, know that I generally and strongly dislike groups of people. After being in settings with numbers of people, I will often need to decompress in the evening, by myself with a cup of coffee or tea and a good book. Even my incredibly small family can sometimes be overwhelming. Going shopping is not my thing, either. I understand the economic importance of events like Black Friday, but, honestly, is getting your little snot noses offspring the latest toy (I understand the Fisher-Price BIGFOOT remote controlled Monster is popular this season) really worth getting up and out to a Walmart at 4:00 AM worth it?

I do understand kids need toys; it helps develop imagination. I am also not saying that a Fisher-Price BIGFOOT Monster is an unacceptable toy; if, as a child, I had received it, I am almost certain I would have promptly disassembled it to see how it was put together. Kids need play. Kids need to learn, though, too. They need to become well rounded adolescences who will eventually become adults.

russian boy

What is that I am looking for, for Christmas? That is the question my relatives and my wife’s relatives have been asking me. I have been desperately trying to avoid answering the question. A deflection tactic here, or a snarky answer there. I know I am certainly not going to get your kids more toys. Or, my favorite, Oh, that is easy, get me a leopard-print, banana-hammock; preferably the thong kind.

That said, if hell-bent on getting someone who has the means to get the things they want for themselves, try doing something for someone who really does have nothing or next to nothing. I realize that it is a cliché to say help those out this holiday season who really need the help. In reality, this should be done throughout the year; Christmas time is not the only time people need assistance.

So, what do I really want for Christmas? Give directly to someone who needs it. Find a family who needs a Christmas meal, and buy it for them. If you want more of a hands-off approach, there are thousands of organizations who work as conduits for money to flow toward where it might be used to help. There is one organization, Heifer International, that has the interesting gift of Bees. For a small donation, you can help bring bees to an impoverished area. From the sale of honey and beeswax products, other things like seeds, clothing and food can be purchased. My only concern with Heifer is, after a bit of research, their percentage of donations that go toward "administrative overhead" seems to be high. Oxfam America has a similar program called, "Oxfam America Unwrapped" – they offer the ability to give someone crap, and actually make a difference – the
gift of manure. Oxfam, like Heifer, also offers a gift of
honeybees. If manure and honeybees are not your thing, you can also give someone crabs and feel good about it, too.

There are also countless dog and animal rescues that, unless run by insane and demented people, would be more than happy to take a donation of money or a small bit of your time helping with the animals. Two that come to mind are the Daphneyland Ranch, and the Michigan Coonhound Rescue; the former is a basset hound rescue in the Los Angeles area, and the latter, as the name suggests, is a coonhound rescue in Michigan. I have a soft spot for hounds (we have four; two bassets and and two coonhounds); they often will be bought for their cute faces and big ears, but then make their way to shelters and rescues once their stubbornness and trouble-causing noses make them no longer welcome.

All that said, do something for someone or something (like an animal rescue); otherwise, the former Bishop of Turkey and his angry posse will visit you, and possibly kick and beat you.

Cold Frames, Creaky Floors, Seed Catalogs and Making Soap

map, gary new duluth

With winter settling in on northern Minnesota – the wood floors seem to creak more – and, I have switched from doing things to planning things. Planning gardens, planning beehives, looking at seed catalogs, attempting to make soap, and going as far as contacting a realtor or two about empty parcels of land in the area. Trying to keep busy seems to be a bit of a challenge and a case of blues has settled in on me – nothing new, mind you, I have dealt with depression for a long while; it is part of me, so I will make peace with it, settle in, and ride it out.

The cold frames are out in the yard, the hives at the house are wrapped up for the winter, we have a tentative agreement signed for placing hives on private land this spring near Island Lake, three batches of soap have been made, and the 2011 seed catalogs have started to arrive in the mail.

Melissa has been busying herself by painting. It started with, I think, the dining room and the wall and window we had to replace due to water damage. This gave her license to paint; this was followed by the living room, then the stairwell and hallway going upstairs, then the kitchen. Midway through the kitchen, a new bed frame was purchased for our guest room; the guest room got a short-notice makeover. The new bed looks nice and only required a small bit of carpentry on my part to make the hecho en México work with our crooked, late-1800s floor. Melissa was back in the kitchen this long weekend. I was in the basement and attic doing long overdue electrical work. We had a few outlets that were put in place, wire was pull from them to locations were power could be tapped, but somewhere along the span of four years, the wiring never made the connection to the power. That changed this weekend and all the outlets in the house are now live. Thanks to lupus, though, my hands and their joints hurt. All in all, with only one breaker being tripped by my pliers making contact from a live wire to ground, it was a success. The successful wiring did offset the blues momentarily.

cold frame

Back to the gardens. I have written about the cold frames in the recent past; I also wrote about my table saw and thumb accident that set me back with just about everything – my day job, hive winterizing, garden winterizing, and the list goes on. The construction of the cold frames was completed a while ago; however, it was not until this weekend that I moved the last two out into the yard. My neighbors, who are all in their own right, nuts, must have thought the same of me. Clearing snow away, to set a heavy wood box with an old window on the top, down on the ground; then filling the box with dirt. Crazy talk, I know.

Gardens. gardens. gardens. I want more next year. We have the front of the yard, but fruit trees will be going out there. Side yard? Melissa wants to put a chicken coop there next year. Other side of the front? That might work. Other parts of the back? There needs to be a balance between garden-space and hound-space, but something can be worked out. All that, and I plan and think, and plan and think. Run an idea past Melissa, then rethink it. I thumb through countless seed catalogs; it would awesome to grow this, or it would be totally bitching to grow that. There is always the space issue, and there is always the issue of our short growing season. With the cold frames, I hope to get a jump on some things this spring.

Don’t drop the soap. Saponification, has it is called, is the process where a strong base (in this case, Lye or Sodium Hydroxide) reacts with very weak, fatty acids (e.g. oils); You get some heat energy released and if the base and the oils were the correct proportions, you get soap. The prep time and mixing takes about an hour and the saponification time takes another 23 hours.

Round one was a hops, oatmeal and beeswax. Melissa has declared this one, so far, the best. Round two was a goats’ milk, honey and tea tree oil; very soft, it has a slight medical smell to it. Melissa gave the process a stab, and only splattered me with caustic goo once. She made a goats’ milk, lime essence/extract and coconut oil soap. She calls it "lime in the coconut". It is a pleasant smelling soap that cleans well.

…and the bees were all tucked in, snug in their hives…

hives

With the recent snow fall staying on the ground, and the air temperature staying in the region of below the freezing point of water, I can say with a weatherman’s confidence, winter is here. Hound Sarge has also informed us on several occasions that “it is winter; it is cold; I would rather poop in the living room.” With my thumb healing up, I was able to get the hives winterized only two weeks after I had wanted to get them buttoned up. The Hygienic Italians (in the photo, the one on the left) will need to be checked on mid-winter. The Carniolans swindled them out of honey, and I am concerned they might run low. Other than that, the bees will be left to their own devices for the winter.

And, so, what is there to do that is bee related this winter, you asked inquisitively?

The short answer is soap and candle making with beeswax.

beeswax melting

The last several days, I have been melting and filtering beeswax through cheesecloth. My first attempt was with our convection oven, but the temperature settings did not step finely enough to not be concerned about causing the wax to darken (which occurs after 190 degrees fahrenheit). I switched to using our conventional oven which can step at 5 degree intervals and go as low as 170 degrees. I settled in on 185 degrees; at this temperature I was able to, with in reason, melt the wax relatively quickly.

Melting, round one, was a mixture of wax, dead insects, and what is pejoratively called "slum-gum", a thick mixture of wax and heavy honey – mostly from decapping comb. This first round of filtering through cheesecloth yielded 9 oz (by weight) of beeswax and 14 oz (by weight) of thick honey. Honey so thick, it had characteristics of taffy.

The wax made it through two more filterings and was finally molded into a brick by using a non-stick bread-pan.

Melissa will, with hope, be posting about our soap making endeavor. The plan is to make an olive oil, beeswax, and palm oil soap – most likely – several pounds worth – in the coming week. I have been reading up on the saponification process of taking triglycerides and combining them with strong base (in our case, sodium hydroxide – NaOH – or "Lye") all at a certain temperature with the hopes of making soap. If it fails, you end with a blog of fat or a brick of drain cleaner. Lets hope we end up with soap and not a blog of fat.