Finally, we re-planted the strawberry bed. We’ve been without strawberries for two seasons and were really feeling like ninnies. Having strawberries fruiting during the thick of planting season is as good as a babysitter. Lulah spent hours in the strawberry bed when she was smaller and I got a lot of work done.
One year the mulch thinned too much, the weeds got out of control, and we mowed the whole bed, just to pull it back together. Amazingly, the mowing timed out just right and the strawberry plants sprung up refreshed from the low cutting and bore wonderfully the next Spring.
We tried mowing about the same time the next year, and the whole bed died.
We got too busy to re-plant the bed that Fall, and then it got away from us the next Spring. You know how it goes. Things get away.
After the strawberries were set and doing well, a nice sized oak tree behind our house pitched over in one of these windy rainstorms. Since the ground has been too saturated to work in the garden, we took the opportunity to inoculate some shiitake logs. Another job that had gotten away from us for several years.
Our last attempt was not well organized and our logs dried out too much before we got the spores. Then the spore-plunger-thingy that we borrowed was not working as it ought and everything went slow. There were a couple of flushes of nice mushrooms before the logs began to rot in earnest, or get colonized by other forms of fungus.
With all the rain as of late, these logs were anything but dry, and the Mushroom People were very prompt in their shipment (we opted to pay for plugs instead of sawdust inoculant this time), AND our children took an interest in the project. Levon hammered an amazing amount of plugs into the logs while our awesome 7 year old Lulah took on the task of waxing each and every hole in the logs with great diligence and accuracy. The time went quickly and another small homesteading victory was won.
When the drizzle continued an extra day, the house was too small for us and there was still nothing to be done in the sopping wet ground, so we wandered the hillside picking violets (both flowers and leaves) and cleavers (before they go into full bloom) to refresh our home medicine closet. It was a joy to look closely at this little chunk of land we tend, and venture into some of the wild and weedy places we may not always notice in the busy-ness of keeping everything else going.
Cleavers and violets are both fantastic herbs. They have – “low chronic toxicity” – a phrase I’ve come to love, which simply means that they won’t have nasty side cumulative effects if you use them regularly. We use cleavers in tincture form as a tonic for the lymphatic system. There’s an anti-inflammatory component to them, too. Violets, sweet beautiful little shade-loving violets, are also anti-inflammatory, but more importantly to us, they are an expectorant. There are a great many very safe and under-appreciated herbs in our local flora, and we do our best to study them and use them wisely.
It’s small stuff, all this. Strawberries and mushrooms. Violets and cleavers. But it indicates something larger to me. We’re getting around to things.
There are these sweet little books, put out by the Gesell Institute, about child development. (Your Six Year Old, Your Three Year Old, etc.). I’ve read a few of them in the process of puzzling through my children’s education, behavior and development. One concept used in those books that I’ve come to appreciate is that of a spiraling developmental trajectory. Louise Bates Ames (author of the books) writes:
“Child behavior, for all reasonably normal children, does develop in a relatively patterned way. Stages of equilibrium tend to be followed by stages of disequilibrium, which usually occur before a child can reach a succeeding and more mature, stage of equilibrium. And stages or ages of inwardized behavior tend to alternate with stages of outwardized or expansive behavior.”
It’s not hard to see that life and time are not purely linear in form. It stands to reason too, that the cycling doesn’t suddenly end at age 12 or 18. Surely we continue to ride this little sine wave of development for our whole lives. Maybe it slows down, or we just don’t notice it as strongly (perhaps because we do not scrutinize ourselves as much as do our children?), but the patterns of contraction and expansion are going on all the time, inside us and all around us.
That’s what I feel when I see the jars of tincture, the stacked logs waiting in the shade, the first strawberry blossoms, the tall cover crops ready to make a new garden. I feel like we, as a family perhaps, have just made the transit of another developmental cycle. We pushed hard, went into disequilibrium, learned some lessons, and grew through it towards the place we want to be. Here in the beautiful home we’re constantly making.
We can enjoy the plateau while it lasts, until we hit another learning curve. One of the tricks to maintaining a deeper equilibrium, I suppose, is being content in knowing that we are never completely static, never perfect, that there is always room to grow, improve, change.
In this moment of relative equilibrium, it is deeply satisfying to take the time to do these smaller jobs and see them through. It feels strengthening on a cellular, soul level. A to-do list with everything checked off makes for a good night’s sleep.
Have a good weekend. I hope you get around to things, and rest well.