Okra & “Fire Lilies”

May 28, 2020

Okra & “Fire Lilies”

Today we planted okra. Three long rows of okra plants just far enough apart to walk through the rows with the mower for easy weeding, pruning, and harvesting.

Yesterday and Tuesday were the 6 by 4 corn patch. The 5 by 4 corn patch already has rows of little green stalks pushing up and it was planted Saturday! We also did a patch of mustard greens and our trio experiment over the weekend. The “trio experiment” is onion seed, three inches, beet seed, three inches, carrot seed in a patch 3 by 3.

Oh, all numbers are in feet… so far.

And my favorite of my blooms at this house (since my gardenia has been reluctant to bloom) is this –

– it’s a bulb with a single straight stalk that ends in this fiery flower! We call them fire-lilies but I know that can’t be their official name. It’s a takeaway from Grandma Jeanette… a little piece of history carried along and the blooms make me think of her every time I see a new one exploding with color.

(oh, and if you know what it is, please comment! We’d love to know what it really is!)

Lucas and Thea ate all six ripe tomatoes themselves before they got inside. I managed to sneak one away for the egg scramble I made for brunch. (I eat shakeology breakfast at 5:45 so at 11am I was practically starving and had to grab something filling and nutritious!)

We have little pets who poop breakfast… and Becky made more of these:

YES!

Worked at gym yesterday… REC CLASSES OPEN MONDAY!! Camp fills up quickly & starts June 1st (I can’t wait to see my gymnasts!) and we get to have gym party (Parent’s Night Out) this month!! (Third Saturday of each month: our coaches entertain and feed a boocoodle of kiddos so their parents can have a night kidfree… here)

I’m excited about coaching again! I’m thrilled about our garden! I even got to play Age of Empires with Jillian and Lucas today while big sisters went shopping!

We had a lovely day!

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~Nancy Tart

Peppers

May 20, 2020

Peppers

Have you ever seen a pepper seed? If you’ve had crushed red peppers shaken on your Italian food, you’ve seen the small whitish yellow seeds; the crunchy non-red parts of the seasoning.

They are very small – not carrot seed small, but almost four times smaller than a squash seed.

We do have little tunnel diggers in our yard so we plant each seed separately in its very own little cup. These sprout into two tiny leaves holding the seed coat above them like a rocket punching through the atmosphere. Then we have sprouts! (the picture below show a mix of tomato and pepper sprouts)

We planted our second wave of pepper sprouts into a close bed of 4′ by 4′ with just enough spacing between each one for the plants to grow. They have a few small branches at this point as the picture below was taken about three weeks after transplant and about five weeks from sprouting.

Here they are seen with several little peppers hanging off of their branches. Can you spot them?

We’ve had one supper of stuffed peppers over rice, I harvest one to chop up and toss in my eggs or leftover rice for second breakfast, we even used some to make a salsa along with our fresh tomatoes!

I’m loving the peppers from our garden! (And both Lucas and Thea eat them right off the plant – at least Lucas will wait until they are big!)

Thank you for Reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Watermelons

May 18, 2020

Watermelons

In our garden there are these long snaky vines that we keep training to stay out of the peppers, stop invading the carrot patches, and keep your green tendrils off of the zucchini!

They start as wavy delicate yet determined sprouts. Nothing, not even the largest block of rock mud from the bottom of the old dried up pond gets in their way!

BOOM! rock is dust!

RIP! old squash leaf is split!

CRACK! goes the tiny seed starter cup!

Whatever stands in the way, the watermelon seedling bursts through it. Then these once delicate vines turn into a vast network of tangled grass-choking stems. What are they protecting?

The whole life and growth of the watermelon vine is directed to the tiny fragile yellow blossoms. Some female blossoms bear a tiny oval of green at their base. This tiny dimple is what they are destroying all other plant life for? But that tiny dimple grows. It is sheltered under the protective covering of the lacy leaves. This blip becomes a blimp! Swiftly it swells into a gourd that darkens with tiger stripes – if tigers were green.

Watermelons.

Even when conditions are difficult the watermelon plant puts all of it’s effort on building the fruit to maturity.

This plant can’t grow without sunlight, water, and the right nutrients in the soil

It reminds me of life: (here she goes again, more plants and animals that mirror into life *sigh*) HEHEHE… (you should already know this!!)

Anyway, it reminds me of life: we start slowly and cautiously in wherever we are planted, uprooting is a risk, we slowly grow in whatever direction leads us to light and space, we try to smooth the path for those after us, as parents, everything in our lives is focused on leading the next generation to maturity and we can’t do any of that without God.

And that is where my mind wanders as I am counting watermelons on the hills in our little garden…

Thank you for reading (gotcha trapped if you got this far!)

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~Nancy Tart

Blighted Tomatoes

May 12, 2020

Blighted Tomatoes

Today Louis, Thea, and I spent hours clearing the blight from our tomato bushes in the faint hope that we can eradicate the fungus or at least keep it away from the healthy tomatoes until they are harvested.

Blight starts harmlessly enough – it looks like this:

Then it causes the leaves to curl up and die and produces brownish spots on the skin of the tomato fruit. If you open the tomato fruit at the early stage, they appear to not be damaged inside. However, shortly the tomato blight spreads to cover the fruit in a thick brown layer and will start to look shriveled; in reality, they are rotting from the outside in. Gross. Yes. Totally.

You can prevent it with fungicides. (we are well past that) You can destroy the plants and NOT use that area for planting tomatoes for the next two seasons – sometimes more!

We chose the in-between. We hope this works because there are so many big beautiful fruits not yet affected and looking gorgeous! We cut back all of the blighted parts of the plants (sourced the blight infection from a load of mulch) and burned them (okay, dumped them in the fire pit waaaay away from the plants).

Now we will keep a lookout for anything slightly infected and remove it from the plant. Hopefully, as blight is a fungus, this will keep the spores from spreading to the healthy plants and parts of plants. (An entire section of tomato bushes were blight-free.)

After pruning, we were left with these:

We’d like to see these guys grow big and red and juicy!

If you wonder what’s “Eating” your tomatoes and it looks like squiggly bug trails but no bug bodies, dying leaves, and browning yucky-looking fruit – it’s likely tomato blight.

Hope this helps!

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~Nancy Tart

Tiny Specialized Chicken Coop

May 4, 2020

Tiny Specialized Chicken Coop

In preparation for our move and new gardening regime (Louis is moving to raised garden beds), we made our specialized chicken coop tractor. I know, that sounds funny, but our goals were lightweight, easy to move, sturdy, storm proof, and hopefully predator proof.

The intended purpose is for this little run to sit on top of the raised garden bed in between plantings. The chickens will dig up the dirt, take dust baths in it, eat every green anything and all insect life (well, most), and fertilize the soil. They’ve done an amazing job of turning compost into fertile soil for 15 years for us (our chicken experience has been pretty much ongoing) and we’ve played with the tractor idea. Normally, we built a larger version with an attached house that is moved by lifting (4′ x 8′ x 4′) or a static house (12′ x 12′ x 6′) raised off the ground that we clean monthly and dump into each segment of the chicken yard for them to scratch around and finish. In that time, we had three chicken door and rotated the chicken’s access to three separate 100′ x 40′ fenced fields. In this spot, we don’t have full fences and for a while we’ve been fighting off the puzzle of very smart raccoons or feral cats who have ripped into anything that wasn’t made of solid 1×6″ walls! (Yes, they’ve even pried plyboard and wire walls off of the frame to get to our chickens!) So our adult chickens have stayed in a 20′ by 10′ fenced and over fenced (we have a very large community of hawks around here) run area with a tight, 4′ x 4′ x 2′ box we closed them up in at night.

This new box is of 2″x4″, 2″x2″, and 1″x2″ construction. It is made in two pieces that connect together with either a hasp or a simple hook. (Picture shows a hook)

The first section is the run.

The run is 2′ tall by 2′ wide by 6′ long. It is constructed completely with 1″x2″s. It is open on the bottom for scratching up compost. Each wall and the top are covered with 1″ chicken wire woven at each connection for a perfect seam. The ladder matched the henhouse portal. The supporting braces for the ladder help to reinforce the structure of the run. Optional would be a hinged opening at the far side of the run that would allow for larger scraps to be dropped in. The pictured run did not need that.

The henhouse is 3′ tall at the peak, 30″ tall at the short side, 2′ wide and 2′ deep. It has a variety of construction materials. (The pictured house has 2’2″ short peak because it was the first one constructed, but optimally it will have a 6″ slope instead of a 10″ slope.) It has two “floors” along with openings for each. Only the bottom 12″ and an access portal facing the run is not enclosed.

The first floor of the henhouse is the sustenance station. This is 12″ tall and open to the ground (once we have this attached to a raised bed, the henhouse will sit on a platform so the first floor will have a wooden floor). It is tall enough to hold a standard one-gallon plastic or metal waterer and a small feeder. This is accessed through either side of the ladder by 8″ gaps which are large enough for a Jersey Giant hen to waddle through. The rear has a lifting door for access. (This door is also lifted for easy holding when moving.)

The second floor is the nesting box and roost area. This is a solid wooden platform floor and enclosed with sliding doors to access either side of the nesting area easily. (This was their first hour & they already laid their eggs inside!) The box is covered with a plastic waterproof roof that extends over the peak to as to help keep the water out.

It took about a half-day of work to complete.

The chickens are happy!

This size works for three large hens (ours are between 5lbs and 7lbs) or up to six bantam chickens. This design could be customized easily to accommodate larger flocks, wider garden bed areas, or to be a home for one or two bunnies. See our Guinea Pig outside home too!

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~Nancy Tart

Project at the End

April 16, 2020

Project at the End

Becky has a thing for all animals – but let’s just go  out on a limb and say she’s got a special connection with all things feathered.  Chickens. Been there, have that. Monk Parrot. Been there, fostered that. Parakeets. Been there – and she LOVED them!  So her savings goal was to have enough money for a big enough cage for indoors, enough for an outdoor flight run, and the parakeets themselves by the time we move. 

Circumstances being that instead of spending her time dreaming of birdies while coaching she was staring at her empty wall with no feathered friends; I came home to, “I’m getting something big in the mail.”

Thea doesn’t want to get off of the box so Becky can build it!

Something big turned out to be a huge parakeet cage!  It’s like a really large parrot cage but with spaces small enough to contain small birds like finches and parakeets.

She was quick to assemble it.

Oops…

“MOM!”

There’s no stand!  She tried to swipe our one and only end table!  Nope.

So we decided to use the wood Kimberly collected for her bunny cage last summer when the gym was being built and create a family project! 

Thea and Lucas were my all-the-time helpers. All pictures are courtesy of Becky & Kimberly. This is something I love about being home more often… last minute, zero-cost (almost, anyway, as Louis had to go fetch some not-too-long screws for the table tops), shop time projects with my girls! Becky and I haven’t worked on a project in quite some time. Working to build things is my absolute favorite… gardens, woodworking, legos, cooking, etc. I love making something useful from “nothing” (or big pile of scrap wood).

Becky and I loved the double-table style we ended up with. Although she sacrificed a few beautiful nails in all this work, we had an exceptional mother-daughter laughing, goofing off, and problem solving time building the project at the end of her savings goal!

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~Nancy Tart

Temporary Home

February 13, 2020

Temporary Home

Sometimes music just hits me. I love to listen to songs of all kinds. One of my newest favorites was from a movie we watched a little bit ago – “Speechless.” Even though as an analyst I understand that wouldn’t have been accurate for the culture, still, it was perfect for the movie and absolutely perfect for viewing children to understand that they have to stand up for what they believe regardless of their culture.

Today, riding home, I heard one I’ve always loved but haven’t really heard in a while. Carrie Underwood’s “Temporary Home.” But today I couldn’t stop crying through the song because I could see real people in all stages of the song. In my mind I saw three little children I knew (the little boy), my sister before she died (the single mom), and my Daddy (the old man) – only my mind altered the words to say “old man, chair at home, surrounded by people he loves…” and the image was of all of us at the last Christmas when we were all together.

I can’t stop crying when I hear this song now. Even thinking about it.

My family is (fingers crossed, prayers for God’s will regardless if it is ours) in the process of trying to be approved for a new home in a development that comes with a nature park as a backyard and friends we already know and love as neighbors all up and down our future street.

Regardless of whether we get approved, any house we live in is temporary.

See, I moved all over the place as a youth. 19 times in 19 years (no, not every year, longest in one spot was 2 years 9 days). I always found new adventure and opportunities in each new place.

But I wanted my children to have roots.

When we bought our house, I counted out 2 years and 10 days on our calendar and circled it with smiley faces. It meant so much to me to be in one place. God taught me a lot when we faced the loss of our company, our house, our stuff, our income, and what felt like our future – mostly by means out of our control. One bank gambling that we’d have a chunk set aside (which we would have if we hadn’t just had to pay all of it to cover one driver when wrecked because she drove without our permission while upset) meant that they would accept nothing less – we couldn’t get a loan for the amount our house was “underwater,” because so many foreclosures around us (almost every property sold in our area in the last 3 years had been a foreclosure) had dropped our property from being worth $150K to $83K. Even the lawyer said there was nothing we could do.

God taught me to let go.

Let go of my dreams of one place my whole life…

Let go of my trees, roses, things I had tended for 10 years…

Let go of our animal graveyard where we had lovely trees planted over each of the foster animals whose last home we had been…

Let go of my little farm I loved…

Let go of things that we’d collected…

Let go of our repaired table that had been Louis’ parents, the chandelier Louis gave me for the first birthday I had in our house, the big-screen TV Louis had wanted since we got married but we had finally saved and bought for him the past Christmas, the beds that had been my brother’s and were now my children’s, dressers that had been mine and Katy’s and were now Christina and Becky’s, dressers that my Daddy brought for Becca when I was 13 and now were my dresser/mirror, Kimberly’s dresser, and our shoe cabinet, the baby cradle that my Daddy had bought for my Mom when she was pregnant with me – it had rocked every one of my siblings, a few of my children, and was their stuffed animal bed now…

Each felt like a stab to my heart then. Now? I couldn’t care less about stuff. I’m thankful we got to keep Daddy’s surfboard, the girls’ schoolbooks, their legos, and when the auction people came out and took our one vehicle they asked how we got around and Louis told them “the bikes” – so they left the 6 bicycles and the baby bike trailer by writing “rusted and very poor” over the “bicycles” on the list. (Honestly, every one of them except for Louis’ had come off the side of the road and were rusted, repainted, repaired, etc. so likely not worth any real money.)

Temporary.

All of those things are temporary.

The only thing that is permanent is our relationships – love.

Any house we buy will be our temporary home. We will fill it with love whatever size it is. Yes, we’re praying for a spot with at least 5 bedrooms where the children can at least break into 3-2-2 because I’d like a baby room for Thea and Lucas and we want a “guest bedroom/Grandma suite” because we look long-term at something we’ll be buying for 15 to 30 years! The big girls want to come back and stay as they go through college and until they buy their own home after their careers are established (and Mom is totally okay with that!).

Temporary Home.

If Daddy had heard that song, I’m sure we would have discussed how true it is. I’m reminded of him all the time. I want to discuss the issues arising in my professional career – crossroads that I’m not sure if I’m making the logical or the heart decision. I miss his advice! I heard another country song I’ve heard dozens of times about visiting hours in heaven… Oh wow, do I wish I could just talk to my Daddy again!

Someday we all will leave our temporary home. What will be left is our legacy – our love – our heart. Those we have touched. The memories we made. I pray I make the right decisions daily so that I leave as much of my heart, love, and truth as a legacy for those who love me.

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~Nancy Tart

Orchid Care

February 11, 2020

Orchid Care

I have a passion for growing things (secretly, I may be a hobbit) and one of my favorite flowers is the Orchid. I’ve never been able to grow them though. Every time Louis brought me one, it died.

My best successes were roses – my absolute favorite flower – I learned from Grandma Jeanette, Joanne, Mrs. Joy, and many other gardening ladies I knew as a youth, how to make cuttings root, how to feed them with a specific mixture of leaves and compost, what to add, what not to do with them, how to entice blooms, how and where to cut the stems for cuttings for vases and long life or for propagation.

I had quite a rose bush collection before we lost our house. One bush of white roses from a bouquet. Two bushes off of my Kimberlina that got water-logged. Two Joseph’s Coats, one from my Mom & Daddy the birthday I got my house and one rooted from that bush. One Mister Lincoln from Mom and two grown from cuttings. A rose bush each from two bouquets Louis gave me. A rose bush from each of three bouquets from sisters. And a couple I bought clearance from Sams Club. I wish I had pictures of these things, but back then I wasn’t really much into pictures and figured I’d have those roses forever.

I loved, loved, loved orchids though.

It made me so sad that I couldn’t make them grow.

I borrowed books from the library, asked people, spoke to the sellers, but all the directions were so different and orchids were so expensive that I couldn’t just trial and error (although that is what happened about six poor plants).

Then the day I came back to work after my baby sister died, there was a beautiful white orchid on my desk. It made me cry because it was so pure and beautiful, like I remembered Mary – the baby who I was to protect.

My goal was to keep this orchid alive.

I had a new research portal this time… youtube! Perfection! Multiple people with videos showing time lapses, showing the results of various problems, and explaining the actual wild life of the orchid.

So:

  1. Dark green leaves = not enough light
  2. Red-tinged leaves = too much light
  3. In-bloom, move out of direct sun: to start blooming, put plant in direct sunlight.
  4. Water only once a week, take out, cover in water, soaking roots or spraying down roots to remove accumulated salts (the plants remove salts through their roots and it will accumulate and burn the plant unless flushed off!)
  5. Cut stems after bloom leaving two nodes & plant will flower again after 8 – 12 weeks.

I have discovered that if they are not bare root, you have to drain them DRY before putting them back in the pot after watering. This plant loves humidity but hates water logging. They grow bare-root in humid tropical climates where the heat dries them out in between soaking rains or mists.

As for my goal: So far, it’s been 6 months and it’s still thriving!

So, if you are looking to grow orchids, hopefully this helps you out!

Thank you for reading,

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~Nancy Tart

Becky’s New Semester

September 2, 2019

Becky’s New Semester

Who knew my thirteen year old would be bouncing all over the county (okay, not literally) this semester in her activities?

Becky decided on two courses this semester.  Her online class turned out to be a half-semester starting after her birthday.  Her Macroeconomics started last week.  She has Tuesday and Thursday classes for an hour and a half, getting off just in time for Grandma to pick her up from college on her way to work.  This is nice because it gets Becky to her 4:30 gym class which I would be late for! (Logistics is getting to be a Tetris maze because we have four young ladies involved in four different activities at varying times plus normal household stuff and four jobs between the three of us! – This may ease up when Christina becomes an independent driver!)

Becky has Tuesday & Thursday college, Thursday gymnastics, Wednesday youth group, and periodic meetings with people adopting her little piggies.  She’s doing an online coding class, doing regular schoolwork, assistant teaching, babysitting, and just decided to start her own website to show people her little farm critters. 

Becky wants to be an orthodontic surgeon at the moment; although that has fluctuated from brain surgeon, midwife, obstetrician, dentist, orthodontist, her direction will likely be medical.  She studies all kinds of fun things along the way: conjoined twins (brain operations to keep their brains intact successfully), whole body health, nutrition, how nutrition affects the teeth, how a healthy smile affects a person’s confidence, brain development and chemicals, the effects of stress on the body… you name it, we’ve likely heard Becky popping up from some research with, “hey!  You know what?” and relaying all this new knowledge.  She likes to read opposing views, research, and experiment to see what result she gets.

She’s anxiously waiting for braces; hopefully that happens soon – as she wants a “smile I am proud of.” (But I don’t know how we’ll squeeze another item in our family schedule!)

I’m thoroughly enjoying this discovery stage Becky has been traveling through.  I smile when I think of her being almost 2-years-old using my phone charger as a Doppler to “hear” Kimberly’s heartbeat and later handing my midwife the instruments as she named them during the first part of Kimberly’s birth.  That started Becky’s love of health, the human body, and eventually medicine.  My little scientist.  Animal lover.  Comedian.  I pray she finds her path as God leads her and enjoys her journey along the way! 

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~Nancy Tart

Little Cuties

Some of my odd deep thoughts on animals, their importance in children’s lives, and the responsibility and love they teach.

February 16, 2019

Little Cuties

Becky is in love (again)!  Every time there’s a new baby animal around our little farm, Becky falls in love with it.

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This time, it’s our little Guinea Piglets.  This one, named “Grizzly,” is a female who we get to keep (she gets to stay on our little farm)!

So Becky has been making cute little pictures, drawings, and plans for this cute little piglet.  She is a mottled brown color all over with a sweet disposition. (I’m waiting for a video haha!)

All of our piglets and baby animals end up with sweet, loving, friendly dispositions because they are raised by loving caretakers!  The girls make this a solid priority!  No one can mistreat any of the animals in their care, not even by accident.  Lucas wants to play with the babies as soon as they are born, but because he doesn’t know his own strength, he has to wait until they are old enough to not get squished!  (Or has Christina, Mom, or Dad with him.)

Their little piglets are never nippers.  They love to cuddle instead of bite.  What usually causes piglets to be biters is that they have been scared as babies.  If they think fingers are poking tools, they will bite them.  If they know fingers as gentle places to snuggle and get petted, they snuggle instead.  The girls make sure to teach their piglets that fingers are gentle!

Just like in our lives, our experiences shape who we are!  Often, if we feel scared or hurt, we draw ourselves into isolation and distrust others.  If we feel love and affection, we feel safe enough to be ourselves and trust others.

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Where a snuggly, loving animal is, there is a loving caretaker.

In life, we are expected to shower those we are responsible for with affection and keep them safe.  The same as when we are caretaking animals.

I think raising animals is a vital part of growing up; it teaches children responsibility.  It also teaches them a basic understanding of how their influence on others reflects back.  Goodness returns goodness.  Gentleness breeds gentleness.  Love reflects love.  God gave us the animals to tend and love – just as some of us will eventually lead and influence people (parents, teachers, leaders, co-workers, etc.).  Early life lessons from these cute, furry little creatures who are so dependent on their caretakers help to mold a caring tender heart from whom compassion grows.

(Okay, maybe that’s a little too deep of a thought from watching children tend animals, but it’s what I see.)

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

 

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