15 May 2013

La Belle's Hobby Farm: A Moment of Mourning and There's Still Time to Plant!

Farming is a profession of hope.
~ Brian Brett


A
moment of silence for the seeds that never sprouted.

Not sure why this batch didn’t make it.  But time to start over.  Good thing the weather has been manic (37 one night, 80 the next day) ~ that means that I have still have time to sprout some tomatoes and still get them in the ground before Father’s Day.

Since it was so warm last Saturday, I decided to plant more direct sow seeds: zinnias, purple echinacea, lacinato kale, and two types of basil ~ sacred and Genovese.  So the garden looks like this:

I haven’t planted the cucumbers yet because I’m afraid we might still get a frost.  But the plan is to plant the remaining seeds Memorial Day weekend.  I’m hosting a Garden Party that weekend; the guests will actually get their hands (and knees) dirty.




Enjoy the pictorial update!


Rhodies!

Marigolds; some re-seeded themselves; I planted the rest

Mystery greens; I do think this is spinach

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

 

14 May 2013

The La Belle Daybook: Week of 13 May

A deadline is negative inspiration.  Still, it's better than no inspiration at all. 
~ Rita Mae Brown


W
here do the days go!?  I feel like I went to sleep and it was January and I woke up to the end of May.  Now, it’s only Tuesday, but I keep thinking that the end of the week is already here. 

I think I need a do-over nap!

Outside my window:  a beautiful warm and sunny day.  Wish I had been at home to enjoy it.

Thankful for: Health. Last week I was knocked down by a mini flu bug and caught up on some much needed sleep and STNG.*  So glad my brain is no longer slow as sludge.

Thinking about:  planning a fundraising concert for a friend’s charity, what I’m buying my girlfriends’ for their weddings, what tea-worthy outfit I’ll wear this weekend.

Learning all the time: Forgiveness.  Such a tough concept: both in forgiving myself and others, and letting go of past hurts.

Currently drinking: water. Go me!

Creating: Birthday cards for my friends.  Quite a few coming up in June and I need to get a head start.

Working on: Work milestones. My eating habits. My sleep habits.

Going: to a concert at the National Gallery of Art on Wednesday; to see a dear friend Saturday morning, to an engagement tea Saturday afternoon, and the Annual Spring Market at Lucketts!

Reading: Viktor Frankl and Jeanine Frost.  The Search for Meaning and a hot vampires – the perfect combo.

Hearing: the sound of May whooshing by.  How did we get this far into the year already!?

Around the house: ignoring the dirt, and reading a book!

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
What are you up to this week?

 

06 May 2013

The La Belle Daybook: Week of 6 May

The only thing that has to be finished by next Tuesday is next Monday. 
~ Jennifer Yane
 
 
M
y friend and fellow blogger, Anne, over at Our Little Nuthouse, shared her Daybook meme; I liked it, so in case you were wondering  about the inner workings of my creative genius. . . . .you won’t find it here. Ha! 

But you will find out a little bit more about La Belle.

Outside my window:  A gray and chilly day.  At this rate, I’m worried I won’t be able to put my tomato plants in the ground in time for a summer harvest.

Thankful for: supportive friends.  Without their laughter, love and encouragement, life would be so blah!

Thinking about:  my to do lists, social calendar, future blog posts, the concert I’m attending this afternoon,  a friend who is mourning, a friend that I miss, my vision for my arts group, a new writing project, planning a gardening get together, and my garden.

Learning all the time: how to be a better person and a better artist.  Usually this means being a more engaged listener, following through on my awesomely great intentions (tough for us dreamers), and reading non-verbal cues more accurately.  It also means loving others as God loves me: unconditionally and with great patience and forgiveness.  This includes me.

Currently drinking: lemon herbal tea (fair trade and organic – of course!)

Creating: my father’s/my memoir.  I write a little of it every day, although some days it’s so emotionally draining, that I take a break and journal or write poetry.

Working on: my garden.  Especially my poor little seeds (see last Wednesday’s post.)

Going: to a concert at the National Gallery of Art this afternoon (did you know it’s the European Month of Culture?) and the locally owned garden center on Friday (buying more compost for the herb garden).

Reading: blogs to get inspired!

Hearing: the window washers outside my building.  Weird.

Around the house: taking a page from Anne’s list – cleaning, decorating, and (my addition) composting for this weekend.  This is going to be one garden party where we all get dirty!

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
What about you?  What's on your list?

03 May 2013

Top Five Friday Repost: A Derby of a Day

Everything that’s old is new again. . . 
~ Stephanie Mills

T
omorrow is a Kentuckian’s favorite day.  And although I am not from the land of blue grass and jockeys, I must confess to loving large hats, triple-strength mint juleps, and nattily dressed men.

As I am rushing off to buy shoes to go with my muted coral dress and taupe hat, I give you last year’s Kentucky Derby Day post to enjoy all over again.

One of these years I will make it to a Derby party dressed like Audrey’s Eliza.  Any costume designer out there willing to give it a go?

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
I was traveling last Friday so didn’t get to talk more about my favorite poets and poems.  Will try to do that next week.  Have a beautiful and safe weekend dear readers!

01 May 2013

La Belle's Hobby Farm: Lessons Learned Round 3 (and 4)

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. 
~ May Sarton
 
I
am beginning to wonder if my mother is right (perish the thought!) and the farmers’ life is not for me.

Case in point: the broccoli and tomato plants are still very spindly sprouts, and none of the other seeds I planted in my fiber pots has come up yet.  I wonder if it’s too soon to label them MIA and put some new seeds in and start over. 

Le sigh.

There are really two new lessons to be learned here.

Hobby Gardening Lesson #3: In order to have a fruitful and successful garden, you have to spend at least some time in it.  I love my garden, really I do!  But I also love being with friends, writing, singing, cooking, buying hats (cough ~ more on that later).  I need to recover some balance: time for friends and time for gardening.  Maybe I should combine the two and have my friends come and garden with me.

Hobby Gardening Lesson #4: This is first year I decided to grow my own transplants.  I bought a plethora of seeds, and pots, and even a bio dome!  But I never staked out a rwarm and sunny place to put them.  And I didn’t buy any grow lights.  It’s probably not too late to go out and get some now.  But definitely on my list for next year: build a wee greenhouse this fall so I’ll be prepared for next spring!

As for my mother’s Cassandra-ing, we’ll box that and let our sprouting seeds do the talking.  At least my Sugar Daddy Snaps, Lettuce, and Mystery Greens are growing like weeds.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
Missed it?  Hobby Gardening Lesson #1 and #2.

24 April 2013

La Belle's Hobby Farm: Weathering the Storm

My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant's point of view. 
~ H. Fred Dale

 
L
ast Friday, a huge thunderstorm roared through here, knocking out our power for most of the night, and tearing all the blooms off the crabapple, apple, and cherry trees.  Fortunately, the lilacs held strong; as for the other, I was able to get pictures of all of them before the storm hit.






Apparently, sugar snaps love storms, because when I went out on Saturday to inspect the damage, they had shot up a few more inches since last week: 



As for my wee pots, the both types of broccoli and tomatoes are already sprouting. *Claps excitedly.*  They were actually outside when the storm hit, so they got a tad flooded; we ended up soaking up the excess water with paper towels because I learned my over-watering lesson last year.  Learn one lesson just in time to make another boo-boo.  When the storm hit, only the broccoli has sprouted. 

Temperatures dropped that night, so I brought them in.  A day and a half later, the tomatoes sprouted.  New lesson learned: getting your seeds to sprout requires a little more care and attention in terms of temperature regulation, a fact I didn’t pay quite as much attention to.

This prompted me to wish I had purchased grow lights.  Which then led to me wishing I had a small greenhouse.  I have a ton of old windows stacked up outside ~ might as well use them.  After all, recycling is part of the organic and sustainable lifestyle.  However, that is a project for later in the summer. 

For now, I’ll just enjoy watching my veggies grow up.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

19 April 2013

Top Five Friday: National Poetry Month - My Favorite Literary Periods

The distinction between historian and poet is not in the one writing prose and the other verse... the one describes the thing that has been, and the other a kind of thing that might be.  Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are of the nature rather of universals, whereas those of history are singulars. 
~ Aristotle, On Poetics

A
pril is National Poetry Month.  I sense a meme coming on.  Something along the lines of: “I don’t always recite poetry, but when I do, I make sure it’s one that is completely unintelligible.”

Isn’t that how a lot of people view poetry?  I for one hated Paradise Lost when I had to study it in high school and Edmund Spenser’s The Faerie Queen caused an intellectual aneurysm.  To be honest, however, foreign languages are not my forte, and Elizabethen English might as well be Sanskrit: to this day, it makes my eyes cross.  But then I met The Romantics (no, not the band) and they “with (their) Voice might captivate my mind.”

A Little Night Music (That’s Background to You)
The University of Toronto has a handy poetry timeline that defines different Literary Periods.  For our purposes, I’m sticking to English Poetry (see note above):

Old English - 449-1066
Middle English - 1066-1485

Early Modern English - 1485-1800
Renaissance - 1485-1603
17th Century - 1603-1667
Augustans - 1667-1780
Romantics - 1780-1830

Present-day English - 1800-present
Victorian - 1833-1903
Georgians - 1903-1920
Moderns - 1920-1960
The Beat Generation - 1950-1970

Although I now recognize the importance of the poets that lived and wrote prior to 1780 (guess those English classes paid off!), I still favor the five literary sub-periods after that date.  And I have many “dead friends” as my pen friend CarolAnn calls them among those five ~ far too many for just one Friday post.  So today I’m just looking at the five periods.

Romantics (1780-1830)

These gents (and ladies too!) are probably the most quoted poets.  Who hasn’t heard of Blake, Byron, Coleridge, Keats, Shelley, or Wordsworth?  Oddly enough, you sometimes see them connected with the paintings of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (and you know how much I love them!), but most of these poets were either dead or nearing the end when the Brotherhood was founded in 1848 and those painters were influenced largely by Greek and Roman myths (hence the name).  Every literary period has its gifted artists ~ word-painters or picture-painters alike.  But the Romantic period has the bulk of the stars. 

As Anne Eliot said to Captain Benning: “We are living in a great age for poetry.”  And they certainly were.

Victorian (1780-1830)

The Victorian era is a little tricky.  Within this category, we have two sub categories:

American Renaissance (Poe, Longfellow, Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman)
Edwardian (Kipling, Housman, Chesterton)

I dare say the American Renaissance was also a great age for poetry; after our Romantic heroes, they are the second most quoted group (at least for me).  I’m counting the American Ren as one of my top five since after the Romantics, I love them the most.

Moderns (1920-1960)

Think Cummings, T.S. Eliot, and Frost.   Okay, I’ll admit it: in college, The Wasteland had me rolling my eyes and running for the prose hills.  But I have since developed an appreciation for his wisdom and talent. Sort of like a red wine:  you learn to taste the finer notes of a dry versus a sweet.

Post-Moderns (1960-Present)

I think that today we’re seeing a bit of a renaissance in poetry.  Think Dana Gioia and Maya Angelou.  It may not be the “great age” that it was, but we certainly are living in interesting times and what better way to capture the essence of life lived then through poetry?


Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
Next Friday: we delve a little deeper into each literary period.