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Back and At It

So, I’m back. Got to Vermont just in time for the hurricane, and then got to see the aftermath. Luckily our family members were all in places not terribly affected. But, oh my. Really. I never would have thought Vermont would be devastated by a hurricane. The evidence we saw (mud covering fully grown corn stalks up to the tassels) of the volume of water flooding roads and fields was unfathomable. I don’t have pictures to show you. I just didn’t have the heart to photograph other people’s tragedy.

But I do have pictures of the fun things we were able to do in parts spared the disaster. Like this. We climbed amidst huge boulders up in Smuggler’s Notch. I used to go there as a kid, too. It was just as fun taking my kids and climbing around with them. Or maybe even more so. (Plus, this place would make such a great setting for paranormal books. . . . I may have to go back and photograph more of it when I move on to another series.)

How cool are those tree roots stretching across the gigantic rocks? They make great hand and foot holds.

Steve took Riley and Torin on a 6 mile (round trip) hike to the top of Mt. Mansfield. The trail follows that rocky ridge you see in the picture, snaking up from above those trees to the top, and leads to the highest point in Vermont. They LOVED hiking to the top of a mountain. (Who wouldn’t?) Can’t wait for all the kids to be old enough to do it.

This is the view from my parents house. SIGH.

My dad took us flying, which was a huge hit with the boys, but not so much with the girl while it was happening. Once we got back down on the ground she was happy to tell everyone she went flying and say how much she liked it. But up in the air? Not so much. She kept saying “Me no go with you anymore, Mom,” and clung to me in the back seat. It is really noisy in a little plane, which I think is what bothered her the most. But at least she wasn’t traumatized by it. She talks as if she loved it and (mis)remembers it as a great time. (Whew.) The boys each got a turn to fly the plane, too. Totally exciting.

My dad pulling the airplane out of the hangar.
Nothing like a little shade from an airplane wing.
Riley and Torin taking off on an adventure.

It was a good time, but I’m so glad to be home. And ready to get working. I’ve basically taken the month of August off in terms of the book, which was good. But I’m anxious to get back to it and get it up for sale in the next two months. So much to do! And it’s all good.

What have you been up to while I’ve been away?

Off to Vermont

This has been a week. A week, I tell you, a week! We came off the weekend on a sugar high from a rainbow jelly bean birthday cake, then Tuesday our new computer arrived and I got to play with it first AND torture my husband with that fact while he was at work. (Sigh. That was really fun. Nothing like harassing the ones you love, you know?) We’ve also went to two pre-season soccer practices (and I actually got the kids fed before we went–which is, believe me, a monumental feat). Hmm. What else? Oh, yeah. I made these . . .

. . . into a LOT more of this.

30 quarts more, to be exact. Bringing us to a whopping total of 38 quarts of salsa. (Is it just me or does that sound insane? That has GOT to be enough to last us a year.) (I hope.) Oh, and if you’d like the salsa recipe, it’s here.

Whew. I’m so done canning. At least until the red raspberries get ripe at our CSA, then I’ll be making some jam for my Torin. But not 38 quarts of it, I can tell you that much. I just hope they don’t get ripe for picking while we’re away. Which brings me to what I’ve been doing the rest of the week.

Laundering, folding, and packing like mad because we are driving to Vermont today to spend a week and change with family and friends, picking blueberries at the grandparents’, climbing mountains, flying in grandpa’s airplane, visiting favorite places, spending time with people we love. Fall in Vermont. What could be better than that? (Okay, so it’s not going to be uber-colorful, like at the end of September/beginning of October when the leaves are in their full technicolor glory, but still. It’s Vermont. Total love.)

So, you know, while I’m off visiting, picking, climbing, and flying, I will not be blogging. In the meantime, have a great weekend and coming week, everyone! I’ll see you back here after the holiday weekend.



Artist: Andy Goldsworthy

So, if you haven’t heard of Andy Goldsworthy (outside of my mention of him on Monday), then you’ve definitely been missing out. He is an artist, sculptor, and naturalist, among other things. And he creates the most incredible sculptures and designs using all natural materials.

Seriously. Just take a look at this video of some of his work, which includes the egg-shaped cairns like we saw in Sapsucker Woods. (Quick heads-up: the song chosen to accompany the video sounds nice until she uses the f-word–just once. Not what I’d want my kids listening to, though. And nothing is lost by watching the video with the sound off.)

One of the things I love is that many of his works are meant to change with nature–like move down stream, or disperse as the tide comes in, or melt in the sun. He must see things that no one sees. You know? Just picks up sticks and starts putting them together to make some cool pattern hanging in the air. Or make an icicle look like it snakes in and out of a rock. Really. Who would think of that?

Watch this one too, because you can never get too much of his work. (Music is family friendly on this one.)

There are coffee-table books of his work which are just breathtaking. And if you get a chance to see him at work in the DVDs he has out, it’s so worth the watch. Your library may have some. (The video links are excerpts from one of them.) They show not only the smooth-going creating, but also when things all fall apart after he’s been working for hours. And he has to start over. (You really feel for the guy when that happens.)

Hope you’re having a great week . . . and that none of your work is falling apart.

A Wild and Crazy Birthday

We celebrated a birthday this weekend–one in which Riley, my oldest, turned nine. A friend of mine has been pointing out to me that Riley was turning nine since early in the summer. “I can’t believe Riley’s going to be nine this year,” she’d say. “That just seems so old.” I kindly asked her not to talk about it because it is old and perilously close to ten, the beginning of the double digits, and was freaking me out a bit.

She didn’t listen, kept bringing it up. Then last Monday, mere days from the momentous birthday (the last of the single digits–oy!), she was at it again. “He’s going to be nine this week!” she said. But on the actual day, she sent this in an email: “Also, happy second anniversary of Riley’s 8th birthday. :) Hope you are coping well.”

I was. Mostly. My husband, who shall remain nameless, spent breakfast talking about how Riley is halfway to adulthood and only this many years from driving, etc, etc. I, on the other hand, spent breakfast with my hands over my ears, saying “La-la-la-la-la.” Sigh (sob). Though I did try to stop it from coming . . . we have a loooong piece of wood that we mark our kids’ heights on each year on their birthdays (so we can take it with us when we move) and Riley did not grow as much as he did in previous years, so I said that meant he wasn’t really nine, that he was still eight. No one bought it. But I tried.

We had a lovely birthday-celebrating day. We visited the Lab of Ornithology at Sapsucker Woods because Riley LOVES birds and had brand spanking new birthday binoculars to try out. (Though he’d already requested the visit to the Lab a week before he had the cool new bird-watching gear.) The Lab of O, as we like to call it, is such a fabulous place. And a walk through the wild Sapsucker Woods is brimming with possibilities.

Spying frogs in the marsh.
More frog watching.

The possibility that you might see this.

Oh, look! A frog. Just so you could see, too.

Or this.

Or maybe these.

And if you’re lucky, you might glance across the pond and see this standing in the sticks beneath a huge tree.

Ardea Herodias. Or you might know it as this.

And if you’re inside the Lab when you spot him, you can look through one of these to see him better.

True story: We once went to the Lab for their Migration Celebration that happens every spring, and while Cael and I were in the bathroom, Riley, Torin, and Steve stood outside near the large pond. A great blue heron landed mere feet from them, and started hunting. It caught a fish, ate it. Then caught a frog. (And I missed it all.) How cool is that? Seriously? A great place to go.

Plus, when you’re walking through the woods, you may even come upon a stone sculpture by a world famous artist. And, being crazy kids, try to lift it.

(Andy Goldsworthy created it. Click here and scroll down to see some examples of his work. And come back on Wednesday, because I’ll talk more about him and include more links to his work. It’s amazing, what he does.)

We also went out for ice cream, as is a family tradition on each child’s birthday, and then Riley and I made this.

 

For some reason, each birthday child LOVES to help make and decorate his/her cake. Riley had requested this rainbow cake, which was loaded with sugar as you can see. (Those are Jelly Belly Jelly Beans . . . because, really, is there any other kind of jelly bean worth eating? I think not.) It’s a one layer round cake that you cut in half, then lay it cut side down, frost between the two halves to stick them together, frost all over, then add the jelly beans. Wish I could tell you it was my brilliant idea, because it was soooo easy and looked really cool. But it wasn’t. It was in this old cake-decorating cookbook I’ve had forever.

We finished the day at an outdoor concert featuring the Sim Redmond Band, at Riley’s request. They have such a fabulous, easy-going, summertime sound. It was a perfect ending to a  lovely celebratory day.

But I still can’t quite believe that he’s nine.

How was your weekend?

This Moment

In this moment I am . . . 

* excited about all things bookish, but a little frustrated at not getting enough time to work on them.

* loving the newly cool nights and mornings as the weather heads toward Fall.

* soaking up what is feeling like the last days of summer, fitting in more hikes, walks, outside play.

* appreciating the bounty of summer harvests, canning it in large jars knowing we’ll appreciate it for the next year.

* reading, reading, reading some really great books while my book is in the hands of my beta readers.

* relieved that the feedback I’ve gotten so far has been positive overall. (Whew!)

* scheming up ways to make more time to write/work on the book. (Or more hours in the day. Or if there’s any possible way I can function well on no sleep at all.)

* enjoying the make believe antics of three crazy boys racing around here as superheroes foiling evil plots, keeping innocent people safe.

* loving the daily tradition of boys and girl climbing into our big bed for a little snuggle before *really* getting up for the day. (Hoping that’ll last forever, but knowing it won’t.)

* melting just a bit every time a little girl gets right up close to my face and says, “Mama, want hug?” then wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes with all her two-year-old might.

* realizing just how blessed I am.

What’s going on for you in this moment?

Snake Love

We found this snake.

Sunning itself on the rocks of our driveway, just beside a black raspberry bush. It was the biggest garter snake I’ve ever seen. So cool! (For those of use who love snakes, of course, which is all of us in my family. I realize not all of you share that love.)

Of course, we had to try to catch it so we could see it up close. You know how that is, right? (It’s science! Biology. Zoology. Herpetology! The world is our classroom, you know.) Wait. Where was I? Oh, catching it. Right. Well, the first day it slithered away before our amazed eyes. But persistence runs strong in my kids and they checked back hourly daily until they were able to hold it in their hands.

And then, of course, everyone needed a turn.

Except Ebba, which she was totally okay with because she was right in the middle of things the whole time. But I was worried that she might hold it a little too enthusiastically, shall we say, the same way she pets grasshoppers or toads with a little too much oomph for their size. It’s all love, but still. That kind of love can hurt.

Plus, I’m pretty sure we had caught ourselves a pregnant mama. See how her belly thickens near Riley’s right hand there? It was very noticeable when we first saw her–how thick she was in the middle. I’d never seen a garter snake so wide. So, since it seemed we were possibly holding many lives in our hands, I wanted to make sure we were extra gentle in our handling.

We were. She was let go back over by our garage where we’d found her, hopefully not too stressed out by all the love and attention she got. Though I think she’s decided her original spot there *may not* be the best place to sun anymore. (You know, with the risk of being loved and adored by children.) We haven’t seen any sign of her (or her babies) since.

All Things Fall-ish

My salsa!

It feels like fall. Does it feel that way to you, too? The nights have gotten nice and cool (thank you, Mother Nature), and I’m waking up to needing a long sleeve shirt in the morning until the day warms up a bit.

Also, I spent time this weekend making and canning salsa which has become such a fall-ish thing for me to do. I got almost 8 quarts out of 15 large tomatoes. This is one of the big reasons we do a CSA every year. The salsa. They grow lots of tomatoes, hot peppers, onions, cilantro, and garlic. Everything I need to make it. Of course, if I could grow anything in my own garden I would, but we do not get enough sun in our yard to grow our own vegetables. It’s all those beautiful trees I’d admired when we bought this place. The ones I was so happy to have shade us from the summer sun. I didn’t realize that all that lovely shade meant no growing our own vegetables. Sigh. But someday! My farm in the future will have a huge garden overflowing with all we need and more. But I digress . . .

I first made salsa maybe four or five years ago because my kids don’t like the chunky store-bought stuff. But they do like salsa. They’d dip their chips into the salsa and use up all the liquid, leaving a bowl of chunks every time. So I decided to make my own, and make it smooth. Of course it didn’t occur to me to just throw the store bought salsa into a blender. That would have been a quicker, easier solution. But had I done that, we never would have discovered the taste of homemade salsa. Can I tell you? Oh. My. It’s good. It’s so, so good. So much better than anything I can buy. We are now officially spoiled.

So I spend every August now canning salsa. Last year I think I may have made twenty-eight quarts (I can’t recall exactly, but that sounds about right). I marveled at the number and hoped it would last the year. It didn’t. We ran out a couple of months ago.

And here I am again, getting my canning groove on. Though, it doesn’t last long. I *wish* I was one of those people who could just can and can and can. I can….’t.  I’m hoping I’ll last long enough to make thirty-some-odd quarts of salsa (which equals probably four more afternoons of salsa making) and some red raspberry jam, which is Torin’s favorite. That’s my goal this year. I think it’s doable.

What about you? What fall-ish things are you doing right now?

EDITED TO ADD: The salsa recipe, as requested.

Now, before I tell you the recipe, I will warn you that I don’t measure everything, and I adjust amounts to taste or texture. Also, I make it in the biggest pot I have in order to fill the most jars in the least amount of time. I call this Lazy Salsa because it is less labor intensive than most recipes since I don’t seed the tomatoes and everything is thrown into the food processor (in small batches of course) because my kids will only eat all of the salsa if it’s smooth. Not being a fan of wasting, I smooth it all out for them.

LAZY SALSA     Makes 6-8 quarts
about 15 very large tomatoes (or however many you need to fill the pot about 3/4 full)
5-7 hot peppers, any kind*
3-4 med/large onions**
1/2 – 1 cup cilantro (depending on your feelings about cilantro, you can also leave it out if you’re opposed)
5-10 cloves garlic (depending how garlicky you want it–you can also leave it out if garlic is unkind to you)
1 c. apple cider vinegar
2  12-oz cans tomato paste (I like thick salsa, you can make it thinner by using less paste)
salt to taste
fresh ground pepper to taste

*Use enough hot peppers that the salsa is hotter than you’d normally like it–and this takes a taste test–because the spice will mellow after about 3 weeks. So if you get it just right when you cook the salsa, you’ll be disappointed at how not spicy it is when you’re using it weeks or months later. I know. From experience. If I don’t have enough hot peppers on hand to spice it up, then I’ll add some cayenne from the spice rack to make up for it.
**If you use sweet onions, like Vidalia, you’ll have a sweet salsa. I also know this from experience. Not being a fan of sweet salsa, I don’t use them anymore for this recipe. But just so you know, if you want a little added sweetness use Vidalia or the like. No sugar necessary.

Directions:
1. Wash and core tomatoes. (Leave the seeds in, it’s too much work to seed them too, and why not use it? It makes yummy salsa. And more of it with fewer tomatoes. Win!) Run them through the food processor or blender until smooth, and pour into very large pot (like 8 or 9 qt pot). If you’d prefer chunky salsa, chop them by hand (too much work!), or just pulse in food processor until chunky.

2. Bring tomatoes to boil, and then turn down burner to low. Simmer for about an hour.

3. You can get your onions, hot peppers, garlic, and cilantro ready to go through the food processor, but I’d wait until it’s time to add them before you run it. I’ve made the mistake of processing them right away, then letting them sit in that enclosed container for an hour. When I opened it to pour it into the tomatoes, it just about knocked me over and stung my eyes like you wouldn’t believe.

I run it all until it’s totally smooth, but again, if you’re wanting chunky you can hand chop (too much work!) or pulse it until it’s chunky in the processor (much easier).

A word of caution on the hot peppers–cut and seed them with gloves on so you don’t get the oil on your hands. It stays on hands for so long (really hard to wash off), and you definitely don’t want to cut a hot pepper then touch your face or your eyes. (Or your children.) (And no, I haven’t done that. Yet.)

4. So, after the tomatoes have cooked an hour, add your freshly processed peppers, onions, garlic, cilantro, the vinegar, tomato paste, salt and pepper. Bring back to a boil and then simmer again for 10 minutes.

5. Adjust to taste, and voila! You’re done. (Well almost. You still have to can it.)

I usually have a bowl of ice water, with another bowl sitting in it so I can spoon a little hot salsa into the top bowl. It cools quickly that way and I can taste it to see if it’s spicy and salty to my liking.

6. Pour into hot canning jars. (I heat mine in the dishwasher, running it while the tomatoes are cooking, because boiling them is just too much work since I use the quart size jars . . . I wasn’t kidding when I called this Lazy Salsa. Simply take hot jars out of the dishwasher and fill them when the salsa is ready).

7. Seal with whatever lids you like to use, then process in boiling water bath for 15 minutes. (Truth be told, I don’t do the 15-minute hot water processing. I simply seal the jars and let them cool, then store them. Because all the ingredients are ground up and boiled well, there’s actually no place for bacteria to hide—which is what the hot water bath is for, to destroy any hidden bacteria that could spoil your canned food. I’ve never had a single jar go bad in over a decade of canning this way. If you feel better boiling your jars, go for it, but for those of you canning a ridiculous amount of salsa like I do, skipping this unnecessary step is a huge time-saver as well.)

Easy and delicioso!

And if you just make this recipe about 8 times, you’ll have enough for my family for a year. (Maybe.)

A Skunk, Flies, and the Book

Three things today.

1. First, right at the very moment that I’m writing this, there is a skunk on the top of our compost pile, getting a snack. When I went in to tell the boys about our little black-and-white striped friend out there, they all leaped up, raced to the window to see, completely disregarding the movie they’d been watching. I *love* that. Nature trumps TV. Sigh. My heart is smiling right now.

2. Also? My house has strangely been invaded by these HUGE black house flies. Big, fat ones–bodies 1.5 cm long and almost 1 cm wide. Monsters, I tell you, monsters. (Okay, they’re no horse fly–shudder–but still, very LARGE for house flies.) I have no idea where they’re coming from, but we let 19 of them out of the house yesterday afternoon. (I kid you not.) And there were still more today. I have no idea how many we got out of the house today, we stopped counting. It’s weird.

3. On a book news note, I wanted to tell you about something new I’ve decided to do. Something I wouldn’t ever have thought of if not for the generous sharing of ideas and information by other indie authors. And I’m very excited about it.

I’m writing another story–a novelette or short story, depending on the final length–that I will be “selling” for free to give people a chance to get to know two of the main characters and get a taste of my writing style before they commit to buying the Book. It’s the full story of something that is mentioned just in passing in the book, so it won’t be repetitive, but will give a little more to the story.

Aren’t you excited? (Okay, okay, I do realize I am alone in this excitement, but still. I’m excited enough for both of us. And maybe once you read it, you’ll be excited too.)

Well, that’s the news here. What’s the news there?

Just Add Salt

My little family here (okay, it’s big, there are six of us) like to do things ourselves. I bake all of our bread (don’t bother to be impressed–I use a breadmaker, it’s like cheating) and bake/cook most things from scratch, Steve fixes everything, we recycle and reuse as much as possible. So, this spring when I mentioned that we should buy new watering cans for the kids because the two we had were broken, Steve got creative and came up with this:

Instead of recycling these plastic nut jars, Steve had stockpiled them in the garage figuring we could use the nice containers. So he gathered up four of them, drilled holes in the lids, and made them into watering cans. Perfect solution! This way we’re not buying more plastic (because most, if not all, kid-size watering cans are plastic) and we’re reusing something that can be recycled when we’re done with it.  Win-win-win.

And they work!

Unfortunately, there was one slight problem. See those pretty flowers up there that are being watered? We forgot to rinse out the containers before using them the first time. Do you know what happens when you salt your plants?

With salt.
Without.

I didn’t know this. Steve did, so he had that oh-crap moment right after the watering occurred. We hoped they’d get through it. And they might have . . .  if I hadn’t salted them again. (Ahem.) It was totally by accident. We did some tie-dying this year, and I added salt to the dye solution. I did not pour dye solution over the plants. Really. But I did rinse out the containers and poured the rinse water over the same planter full of sick plants. (I’m trying to not waste water, here, people.) As soon as I did it, Torin said, “Mom! There’s salt in that water!!”

Ooops.

The plants looked worse and worse as summer went on, so Steve took the initiative and pulled out all the sick plants, removed the dirt, put healthy compost in and replanted the plants. They started greening up right away. And now the planter looks like this:

Hmmm, which one got salted? Hard to tell now.

It is possible that some children around here helped thin it out a bit.

But mostly, it was the salt.

The Ship Song Project

This is just so cool, I had to share it with you. I came across it on Kristin Cashore’s blog, which if you’re not already reading, you should definitely check out. She’s intelligent and funny, always has interesting things to share. Plus, she takes trapeze lessons simply because she can and occasionally posts pictures of her trials and triumphs way up on the bar. It never fails to make me wish I lived in a city (okay, near a city) with a trapeze school because it looks scary, exhilirating, humbling, and empowering all at once. Oh, and she writes fabulous, beautifully-written books which I haven’t talked about yet, but I will.

Where was I? Oh, right. The Ship Song Project. This is a promotional video for the Sydney Opera House. And it’s stunning. Here, see for yourself.

The song is by Nick Cave. (I hadn’t heard it before. Had you?) So many different performers, here they are in order of appearance according to the YouTube listing (because I found it fun to know as I watched and in case there’s someone you want to look up.) Performed by Neil Finn, Kev Carmody and The Australian Ballet, Sarah Blasko, John Bell, Angus and Julia Stone, Paul Kelly and Bangarra Dance Theatre, Teddy Tahu Rhodes and Opera Australia, Martha Wainwright, Katie Noonan and The Sydney Symphony, The Temper Trap, Daniel Johns and the Australian Chamber Orchestra. It was directed by Paul Goldman and arranged by Elliott Wheeler.

So cool in so many ways. Doesn’t it make you want to hop a 24-hour flight to Sydney right now? (Unless of course, you already live there. In which case, you are the luckiest.) Go here to find out more about the history of the Opera House, see a video of the making of the Ship Song Project, see photos. It’s so cool.

Thanks, Kristin, for the links.

In book-related news . . . can I tell you that last night I heard back from my first beta reader who LOVED the book? (I’m going to be smiling all week.) She also pointed out a couple of weaknesses, things I need to fix, which I’m so grateful for. Knowing that is so essential to crafting a good book. Thank you, Kim! Your feedback is a huge help.

I love starting out the week with good news, don’t you? How is your week starting out?