Big Springs in Winter

I found this site and decided to try one of the trails mentioned, Big Springs up Provo Canyon. It was a well used trail, with no snowshoes required. (We did pack them with us for no reason.) I had printed off map/trail guide but lost it on the trail. This was after we broke from the main trail, onto a lesser-used route. It was a little annoying not knowing where we were, because we were trying to get somewhere just on a slightly more exciting trail. It worked out and we got to the springs (I think) and did a loop like we planned to. Most of all we did have a great time. It was our longest hike this winter and a good one.

The most exciting part for me (besides having a squabble with my husband halfway up, the result of me not eating enough: I must be fed to be happy) was seeing a bald eagle on the Provo River on the way up. No pictures (at almost 60 mph), but exciting.

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*I was going to include a map, but I’m still a little lost. Winter changes things a bit, and USGS maps are often outdated. So no map.

 

The Art of Pruning

Learning how to prune is very scientific. My first experience with pruning is going out with my dad to the ancient orchard out back. He told me some basic rules, like make sure you cut on an angle above the bud and get rid of all the water sprouts, or branches that go straight up. In high school I went to a pruning demo a neighbor put on. I actually read the extension bullietin on pruning around that time too (and it’s long). It was one of the first skilled horticultural tasks I learned how to do.

In college the education continued in fruit production class, and with my internship at the Extension office. But one of the most unexpected places I learned to prune was Environmental Plant Pathology. We didn’t talk at all about pruning. But I learned how plants grow, and most of all how they utilize sunlight.

Here’s the interesting thing about plants. Most all of the sunlight is captured in the first layer of leaves. Those leaves underneath get a measly percentage of sunlight to try and do something with. That first layer is where all the photosynthesizing and productivity goes on. So when I prune, I try to imagine my tree having a single layer of leaves. I don’t want the leaves to be layer too much, but I also don’t want any holes. And I try and remember the sun moves and changes angles as well, so it’s not just from a top view that I want that layer of leaves.

The trees I’ve usually dealt with are old and ill-trained. Training systems makes the whole above goal a lot more attainable. Last year I finally went through my parents orchard (very old and ill-trained one, and becoming increasingly overgrown) and thinned out the trees, trying to get them a little more on track. I was worried this would just result in a mess of water sprouts this year, but I’m finding out that its not that bad. I went out for the first time while visiting last weekend and started tackling the trees. Since they are thinned out, there’s just less wood to prune. I wish I would have done it ages ago instead of pruning too many small branches for years.

The rules of pruning are scientific and based on plant growth. But when I prune I feel like I am an artist. I cut and shape the tree to just where I want it. I see some pruning jobs that are straightforward (just lop off everything growing straight up and  you are done), but for me every cut is a decision. Will this help my overall goal for the tree?  Will it help it produce fruit? In some ways the old trees are more fun this way. There’s usually lots going on, a lot to correct and not a very straightforward way to do it. So it turns into art for me.

It is fun this time of year to be able to enjoy warm winter weather and get out in the garden. Maybe that is why I love pruning so much: it’s the first garden task of the season when I can get out and do something with plants after a long boring break. It’s also the the first garden task I learned how to do right, and the first one I felt I was good at. It’s transformed for me from a chore to a science to an incredible art form.

*For more information on pruning go here.

Seed Catalogs

I have this wonderful pruning post that’s almost finished, but I feel it is too serious to match my mood right now. Instead I would like to give a great big shout-out to all those wonderful bloggers who talk lovingly about pouring over seed catalogs. I took some recommendations and ordered some.

Wow.

I have found the joy that comes from pouring over pages and pages of seed catalogs and now I want to start a small farm so I can try everything. (My first gardening love is kitchen gardens. Flowers came after I started growing tomatoes. So I still get way more excited over purple carrots than I do pink echinacea.) This year I will have more than my patio garden.

I am currently in charge of starting a condo garden for my HOA. It will be great. I will have room to grow vegetables, be able to see other people’s vegetable gardens, get rid of some of the massive amount of turf around my apartment, and retain control of the sprinkler system that seriously over watered last year. Downside is that I’m in charge. Last community garden I did I wasn’t the one in charge, just the one that ended up doing everything that no one else would do. (Which was lots of weeding, plot layout, designing an occasional flier and wondering why shovel would mysteriously disappear and reappear. Maybe time I won’t have to weed so much.) I’m mostly excited. So far all I’ve accomplished is a spot picked out. It’s still covered in lawn and snow.

So because I’ll have my own kitchen garden this year, I also have plans to start my own seeds. Again, all I have done is picked the spot to put a seed-starter. This was all decided before I got seed catalogs, and now my plans are cemented. I will not go to Big Box Store and buy transplants. (Bad lazy habit I wish to rectify.) I will grow all of my vegetables from seed and end up with much more interesting plants. That is if I can skip my natural inclination to try everything and decide on the few I want to plant.

Average Life

This is what I’ve been up to:

Isn’t wordle fun? It was a pretty normal week. I did go to my parents’ house to provide company for my little brother while they were away. We even got outside and pruned a little. I spent some great time with my neighbors, including a girls night out I brought Peter too. He didn’t mind he was the only guy there. I got a haircut from my neighbor/friend that was relaxing and I love my hair. Good to get away and do something girly. But my neighbor is leaving in a few weeks. No fun: now I have to find someone else. L

I also realized this winter seems so warm to me because I was up in Cache Valley the last few years. (Although I still think it is a warm winter.) I still go outside frequently and both me and Peter love it. We also explored at the BYU Bean museum. I grew up going to that place and love it. This time around I actually called into the audio tour and learned a few things. Not that I remember them now.

Just for fun here are a couple more wordles:

This Blog

Garden Blog

Just is an interesting word to use so often. But I do. Is that good or bad?

Smart Me

I have a confession to make: I am a smart aleck. I realized this the other day. I started an online class recently (on irrigation design and I love it). I commented on a post and just relished in the fact that I knew a lot. People have always thought I was smart. Sometimes it seems like I don’t even need to do anything smart, and people still think I am. I guess it is just part of my personality. I know that in some ways I actually am. School is one of those ways. The last B’s I ever got were in 8th grade Drama, and Plant Pathology the last semester in college. (I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t just take that class pass/fail. Than I would have gotten through college with all A’s. I could have even got an A in that class if I had bothered to apply myself.) School has always come easy to me.

I missed school, because I miss being really good at something. Motherhood and the business world don’t come as easy to me. Most of all it requires tons more patience and I’ve never been a patient person. Being good at school was wonderful. That’s the main point of life for the first couple decades and it was always something that no matter what else was going on (and I struggled at times socially) I was good at something.

Every phase of my life I’ve found a way to come out near the top. I remember starting out college, coming from high school where I was near the top of my class and very involved, and just feeling like I wanted to get more out of my college experience. Eventually all the experiences I wanted came: I was on good terms with my professors, did undergrad research (originally the thought behind that was grad school, but plans changed), worked several amazing jobs (UBC and Extension service rocked), had good friends, and even found a husband (which I did not expect but was absolutely delighted with). It didn’t happen when I wanted it to: it took some time to get there. My first couple semesters were frankly quite boring. But I took the opportunities as they came and I ended college back at the top.

Sometimes, as I struggle to connect with people (I’ve always struggled with that) and find my place in life right now, I need to remember that I’m still starting out. My business can succeed (garden help anyone?), I will figure out how to be a better mother, and I will feel accepted and loved in my community. Thinking back, I realize that I am marching in the right direction, and I have made improvement. It just takes hard word, looking for ways to help others, taking advantage of the opportunities that come, and most of all patience. Because I’m still the smart kid I’ve always been.

Homemaker

I am primarily a mommy/homemaker. Here are some reflections about being a housewife:

  • I clean up after myself and do one extra chore a day (such as mopping, cleaning the bathroom). I love this because I never have to clean the entire house at once, but it all gets clean. It helps to have a small place too. I never want a big house.
  • I try to bake my own bread. The last batch didn’t turn out. I wrecked my mixer while on the pursuit of good bread. But I have also made fluffy, delicious bread. The verdict is still out if I will succeed long term with this quest. Right now it is hindered by the lack of mixer, but I am finding I quite enjoy kneading.
  • Don’t get tan carpet. Horrible stuff, it shows all the dirt. I bought resolve high traffic foam to try and clean it up without actually cleaning the carpet. It was not a miracle solution. But it was completely worth the $3. The cleaner lessened the dirt and other stuff visible in the carpet, but didn’t get rid of it. I also realized, upon following the direction for how to maximize the process, that my vacuum bag should have been replaced months ago. It was overly full and affecting my suction.
  • I attempt to sew. I more think about it than do it and this is problematic to actually completing projects. But I’m getting better too, however slowly.
  • Sometimes I get overwhelmed with how much cleaning there seems to be or I want my house to be a cute as a friends I just visited. I have to remind myself that it really doesn’t matter what my house looks like as long as the people inside are happy.

Sand County Almanac–Book Review

A Sand County Almanac (Outdoor Essays & Reflections)

This is not a gardening book. It is a classic book on conservation. I at least somewhat consider myself a conservationist and thoroughly loved this book. One of the fun things I did while I was reading it was compare what the author thought should need to happen and what actually is happening now, 62 years after the book was written. There definitely is more progress being made, but we aren’t there yet. So go read the book.

One thing I though of when reading this book was related back to gardening. As gardeners we are stewards over a certain patch of land and I believe we can do of conservation and improvement on the land we use and own. I wrote a senior paper in college about it, which I put up over here. A lot of it is planting a variety of good plants: as gardeners we can preserve native plant species, along with a hoard of cultivated species that are useful to the overall ecosystem. We can create healthy ecosystems in out own backyards by cultivating a healthy soil, not killing off everything “bad” with pesticides, and planting a diversity of plants.

I’ve seen great examples of this in a few gardens I’ve visited or heard of. Botanical centers do lovely jobs. There is an occasional neighborhood garden I stumble across that is growing a lovely assortment of native plants. I love the certified wildlife habitat program. I have yet to do much myself–it is one thing I aspire to do as a gardener, especially when I have a little more to garden with. I want to garden with the natural ecosystem and environment, not ignore it or even worse, try to get rid of or change it.

Toddler Peter

Peter is so much fun. He’s actually old enough to take places just for his enjoyment. This week we went to Cabella’s, the park, the library and lots of just going outside. He has a lot of my personality in him, and with that is the love of wandering. Whether we are at church, a store, outside or the park, he just loves to be able to walk wherever he wants to and find new things. I love that in him, even if it means I’m constantly running after him.

He’s talking lots more. Sometimes I understand what he is saying. Mostly I do not. But he does speak in real words: my mom took him to the toy store while Joe and I were at the temple and realized he said “dump truck.” It’s more like “ump tu” but he says it. I think there are many word I don’t understand but some he says include up, down, mama, dada, bye-bye, ball, oo-da (not a read word, but still communication), and occasionally some random thing like duckie, or Elmo. He’s do really good for a 15 month old. I love that he can understand me more too: he gets all excited when its time to go bye-bye or outside and will go get his shoes and jacket. He’ll go get whatever object I ask him for, which is great to delay him a bit when he wants attention from me.

Peter also has learned how to hit and thinks its fun to hit and wrestle his parents. He’s learning. He doesn’t get that much interaction with other kids. We did have some friends over the other day and Peter even learned some new dance moves from one. He’s added waving arms to his rocking. He seems to do alright with other kids though, just doesn’t quite understand what to make of all their actions. They start playing with all the toys, make lots of noise and even try to hug him. He didn’t hug back.

As a Man Thinketh Vol 2

I finished it! I’ve been reading this book for a long time. It was a present from my husband, but not from last birthday or Christmas. Sometime before that. It’s a small volume, and the only reason I took so long to finish it is that I would read a chapter and need to think about it for a while. Then other books were lots more compelling. So it often sat on the shelf with a bookmark in it. But I never stopped, and last week I got done.

This book is amazing. It is written by James Allen who wrote a whole book on, “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.” He has written 19 books in total. This is actually not one of his works, it is a compilation from all his other books. It is wonderfully put together. The main message of the book is to seek higher Truth and try to be good people: we do so by controlling our thoughts. When I was reading it, I would feel my soul being drawn up to a higher plane of thinking. I would stop making excuses for all my faults and just want to be better. And I also had complete confidence that I could.

He mentioned at one time that when we start trying to live a higher life, it’s hard at first. It’s the same as learning any other thing like learning to play a musical instrument. But as we practice it gets easier. Righteous correct living can get easy, but it certainly doesn’t start out that way: like anything we need to practice. I try to remember that when I’m improving some aspect of my life.

Another thing he mentioned a lot was meditation. Not the sit in a cross-legged position and hummm while focusing on the image of a tree. Preferably in the wee hours of the morning under open skies (is that not the most meditative setting?) you concentrate on some aspect of Truth and righteous living. You draw your thoughts up to eternal Truth. I do this a little, trying to wake up before the rest of my family and study the scriptures and think. It is the best part of my day.

Random Holiday

IT WAS VERY VERY WARM!! The temperatures were in the high 40’s. I thought is was January, the long horrid month of never ending coldness. But today was warm, and we are over half-way through the longest month of the year (although some years that’s actually February).

We made it hiking today. Not snowshoeing, since the trail did not require it. There was tons of snow melt. Some parts of the trail were a little dangerous because of the rapid melting of snow. There was even a scary moment when snowballs came crashing down the mountain on top of us. Joe was the only one hit, and not badly. But it was gorgeous and worth the small amount of danger. We hiked my most frequented hike (I’ve been doing this since I could hike) and one of my favorites–Battle Creek Falls. Not long, gorgeous waterfall, and lots of fun memories.

Of course hiking there meant visiting my grandparents down the street. We had a great lunch together, and Joe scared Peter with a remote control race car. While we were there Peter blew out his diaper, and I did not have a change of pants. This was before the hiking, so I thought our opportunity to hike was lost. Luckily I layered today. My purple shirt turned into purple leggings for Peter. I am not so proud of my mommy-preparedness skills but very proud of my creative mommy-skills.

Here are the pictures:

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*P.S. What do you do when your kid goes to sleep at 5:30 because he still needs two naps, but not all the time, and he was extremely tired and you were just not fighting any more with him to stay awake? He’s still asleep at 7:15, I guess I should go wake him up and at least get some dinner in him.