Our favorite doc is always talking about "Theory of Mind". It refers to the fact that an individual is incapable of seeing a point of view other than his own.
To me that implies that my son does not, cannot care about other people's feelings. That's hard for a mom to accept. I want my son to grow into a loving, caring young man. His handicap may not allow that to happen.
I felt it so strongly this Christmas season. I got some nasty bug and was sick for the two weeks surrounding Christmas. The day after Thanksgiving, we went to our favorite tree lot and chose a fresh tree. As a family, we narrowed it down to a few, but allowed Kyle to make the final decision.Kyle was happy to drag the tree to the checkout then returned to his book in the car. Then I watched as my dear husband meticulously tied it to the roof of the car.
We rearranged the living room at least three times trying to place the tree this year. Since last year, we acquired a very large TV, so finding a pleasant arrangement presented quite a challenge. It was cozy to say the least!
We did not decorate it right away, but got busy in the holiday fuss at our respective jobs. Then I got sick. By the time we decorated, it was getting pretty dried out.
But decorate we finally did. I'm not proud of how that came about. I was feeling sorry for myself since I was sick. Neither of my guys stepped forward and took care of the things that I usually did. So, when the tree did not get decorated, I accused them both of not caring.
With this of course, they both sprang into action. My hubby helped to locate all the trimmings and light the tree and my son helped me place the ornaments. On our tree, each item has a story. Some are items each of my three children have made. Some were gifts from my students or other special people. Some are antique glass ornaments that belonged to my grandmother, others were found at a yard sale and matched my grandma's. A couple represent milestones, such as a brass cut-out of the church we were married in. Only a few are store bought, just because I thought they were pretty.
So now, on my last day of vacation, I am taking them all down. Hubby is at work and Kyle is still asleep, so I can take each item off the tree, reminisce and tuck it safely away until next year. Kyle has promise to help right away next year. Does he really care? or is the prospect of not putting up a tree just not acceptable to him? I may never know. But doc has said that aspies "can" learn to overcome other aspects of their condition. I pray my son will learn see life through other people's eyes.
He is up now. So, we will see if I can get him to help me carry the tree outside willingly :)
Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Silly name, I know. But that is what my son calls exceptionally good food. It can be anything from a new dinner dish to a decadent dessert. So, to share our holiday food adventures, it seems a fitting title.
For Christmas Eve, I wanted something simple but special. Nutritious finger food without a lot of clean up. So, I made my very first "Wood Fired Pizza". I watched Alton Brown make one so I had to give it a try.
Now we try to stay with organic foods as much as possible, but to make this easy, I purchased a ball of dough from the bakery department. Not organic, but it does not contain the worst of the additives that we try to avoid. I also used some of the sauce from a jar of organic spaghetti sauce. Fresh organic bell peppers and mushrooms and all natural shredded mozzarella for the top and I was ready to go to the grill.
Yes, I did say grill. I don't own a fancy wood fire oven in my back yard. I do have an old charcoal grill and an endless supply of oak from our trees. I rolled out the dough, oiled the grill and used a cookie sheet as a peel. I cooked the dough on one side then turned it and added my toppings.
I did end up finishing it under the broiler of my oven. When I cooked the first side, I left the lid up so I could watch it cook. I closed it for the second side, but my fire had burned way down. Next time, I will close the lid both times for more even cooking.
Simple ingredients, but SO tasty with the flavor of the oak. The only other suggestion my guys made for next time was to buy 2 balls of dough :)
Christmas morning I made my Hawaiian Banana Bread. In a blender, puree 2 ripe bananas, 1 stick of butter and 2 eggs. In a large bowl, sift together 1 1/2 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda and 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Pour in the banana mixture from the blender and mix until just combined. You can bake these in muffins cups for about 12-15 minutes at 350 F, or grease and flour a bread pan and bake for about 25 minutes. Today's batch was plain, but it's also good with dark chocolate chips.
Since it was just the three of us, I kept dinner simple this year. I was disappointed at the selection of hams at the markets I shopped at. They were either glazed, spiral cut or both. I finally settled on a smoked, but uncured spiral cut ham. I followed the directions to heat it and made my own glaze from canned organic pineapple, cloves and local honey. I cooked it in a covered roasting pan, then uncovered it for the last 15 minutes. I made my own scalloped potatoes, steamed organic broccoli and reheated us each a roll we brought home from dinner out 2 nights back. Homemade chocolate cake and frosting brought our meal to a close.
Back to the kitchen for me. This is my bake day since we are having Christmas with more family this week. If you are reading my rants, allow me to close by wishing you and yours a
Very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year.
In His love,
Friday, November 25, 2011
Friday November 25, 2011
It’s annoying to get sick anytime, but really frustrating when you have a family to care for. Throw in a holiday and the stress can be overwhelming.
I knew it was coming. I had stopped taking my vitamin drink a week before because I realized it was out of date. Not by a little bit either. (Maybe that is why they were upsetting my stomach.) I vowed to ask my friend where she had purchased it, then, promptly forgot. Then I started feeling tired and blamed it on stress.
I ordered a turkey from a local farm. Then of course, I planned an elaborate brine for the bird and all the organic fixings. Oh yes! This is my moment to shine! We invited friends to share the feast and went to at least 3 different stores so that everything was just right. People don’t always understand Kyle’s diet, so this was a chance to share our lifestyle with some of our closest friends.
I’ve heard it said that if you don’t get your rest, God will cause you to rest. Well, I woke up Monday not feeling my best. By the end of the day I wasn’t much fun to be around. By Tuesday, I was in bed. I stayed home thinking I could rest and recover quickly. And I did, somewhat. By now our friends had made other plans and I was sad, but relieved.
So Wednesday night I started the brine. I forgot all I had learned about brining and brought this huge pot to a boil. Great! Now it has to cool before I can put my turkey in it. And, it’s already bedtime. So, I set it on a table outside. Then, after waiting a couple hours, I finally got brilliant and set the pot down in a sink full of ice water. Bingo! Cool to the touch in 30 minutes. I put the bird in and went to bed.
The next day I had to not only put on a brave face myself, but start taking care of Kyle’s cold too. He doesn’t get sick often. But many kids on the spectrum have sensory issues. The repeated sneezing and blowing of his nose made him a very young man. He can’t take cold medicine because of the food coloring and the dye free has other stuff in it. So in between tending to my feast I made tea and tried to distract him. I think he took 3 showers that day! Actually, the last was an herbal bath that seemed to do the most good.
So, dinner ended up being served about 7:30. The turkey was amazing! Next year I just need to leave the water out of the brine until the end, then make it mostly ice. The smashed potatoes were good, the dressing a bit undercooked. I ran out of ambition to make the rolls. I made an apple pie and a pumpkin pie. They were really good, but the crusts were a bit tough. I totally forgot to make the broccoli until it was almost time to eat, LOL! Wow, who knew getting a cold could make me so brain dead?
I am sad we could not share this thanksgiving with others. I am very careful about our food. I have seen the effects of additives on our son and I know there are better ways. Local, fresh and organic whenever possible is the best way for all of us to eat. The turkey was not cheap, but it is a holiday after all.
I am thankful that all the herbs for my meal came out of my garden. We have natural food stores on our way to work and church. Even the grocery stores are offering more organic choices. My gardening skills are improving too. It’s getting easier all the time to get food that is safe and delicious.
I am thankful for my family, my cat that warms the foot of my bed and a home and garden to tend. We have so much abundance compared to others in the world. Even with a cold, I had a wonderful day, then was able to grab my blanket and herbs and a good book while my dear hubby cleaned up.
Thank you Lord for my life!
1 Chronicles 16:34
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
A New Beginning
I need to write again.
I started this blog because I wanted to share my experiences with others. My hope was to reach out to other moms who have children with Asperger’s Syndrome and gardeners who are trying to live a more sustainable life. The two go together for me. The cleaner our diets are, the better it is for my son. When he has fresh, organic food, he is calmer and more focused. When we get busy and eat out, he is hyper and difficult for days. Even when I try to watch what he eats, some things get by me and he falls apart.
I decided to plant a garden and provide more of our food myself. I even had chickens for a while, but they turned out to be roosters, so they are now living it up at the local organic farm J
And I started to blog. I have never had a blog, so I am learning as I go. I tried to write a couple times a week. I followed the prompts and posted my entries. It was kind of fun for a while. It was neat to see when someone had read an entry, even if they did not leave a comment. But now the page tells me that no one is reading my last few pages.
Well, I stopped posting. I told myself I would still keep a journal, but would not post it to a blog. After a few weeks, my mom mentioned that I had not posted an entry in a while. I was surprised and explained to her that my page said they were not being read. Apparently, she has been reading them but my settings page is not seeing it. Maybe people need to join in order for the page to see them. I’m not sure, but if there is a chance that people are reading them, then I will start to post again.
Life with my son is an emotional roller coaster. Every time I think we have a difficult situation worked out, something else crops up. Kyle will be 13 in a few weeks. He forgets things constantly. Any slight change in routine will derail him.
This weekend we had a yard sale with another family. If you have had a yard sale, you know how it can turn your world upside down. I tried to keep him on schedule. We ordered pizza. It was my hubby’s birthday, and we were trying to get some last minute things ready for the sale.
The next day, we were up at 5:00 am. I made banana bread and coffee while everyone set up for the sale. I did not volunteer at the stables, but made sure I had Kyle there in time for his lesson. When we came back home it was time to close the sale and figure out where to store the things that did not sell. We had a cookout afterwards with our friends. We don’t have a lot of company. People have a hard time understanding Kyle’s behavior. So it was a real treat to have friends over. They climbed trees, watched tv and swam in the pool. Later I built a fire in our fire bowl and we all relaxed and talked. It was good for Kyle. If he got tired or overwhelmed, he could just go inside for a while.
But the next day brought so much rain. We missed church, so we listened to a sermon online. I did get two more trees planted, the fig and the apple. In the afternoon we went to across the bay to do some shopping. Kyle was uncooperative most of the day. He obeyed when we asked for him to do something, but he did so with resistance and attitude.
After dinner, I asked him to bring me his school planner. I found that he had homework to do. Quite a bit of it too. He “forgot” about it and pitched a fit when I told him it needed to e done tonight. After a two hour battle, I sent him to bed. He will need to get up early and finish it instead of his morning cartoon. I can only hope that break in routine doesn’t mess up his day at school.
His doctor is coming to the school to meet with our team of teachers in a couple weeks. The hope is to help our teachers understand him better and write a success plan for Kyle. Maybe then things will even out a bit, with school anyway. For now I guess I have to continue to remind him to follow his routines. And to ask God for strength and guidance each day.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” Philippians 4:6
Friday, September 23, 2011
Lessons in Fire
Fire seems to be a theme for this past week.
First, there were the wildfires in Texas. The Magnolia fire to be exact. It’s one thing to watch it on the news and pray for people in harm’s way. But it became more personal for us when Nana and Uncle Bob were evacuated.
The fire line came within 4 miles of his property. They were out of the house and in a hotel for about 3 days. It was quite an anxious and expensive time for them, especially with the 2 little dogs in a kennel. I was able to follow the evacuation updates online. It was neat to have the fire line and Uncle Bob’s spread on the map in front of me at work so I could pray that it would not go further. All is well that ends well. Nana and Uncle Bob are back home with their little doggies.
That was last week. Sunday, hubby was at the school and my son and I were hanging out at home. I had a pork butt on the smoker and was planting some onion sets out back when I heard the fire trucks. Now, that in itself is not unusual since we live 5 blocks from the fire station. But the sirens stopped and the sound of the truck engines kept coming closer.
Then I heard it stop out front. I was so sure someone had seen the smoke from my cooking and called the fire department. I wish now that had been the case. I bolted through the house and out the front door. The truth was, my neighbor’s house was on fire.
At first it didn’t seem so bad. My neighbor was in the front yard on the cell phone I think. The firefighters arrived and started to lay out the equipment. My son came outside and we watched the firemen flush the hydrant and hook up the hose. Everyone seemed so calm and professional. We could see some smoke coming from the back of her house. It looked like maybe her grill had got away from her.
That reminded me of my own cooking project. I decided I better get back out to check on it. I had thoughts of people thinking there was another fire, so I checked it often. I kept going back and forth, planting a few onions, checking on my son and peeking at the action out in front of my house. They had blocked off the street, so I called hubby to warn him to come home the other way.
Then we started hearing a lot of noise. People were yelling, windows were popping and firefighters were running. I found out later that they were inside fighting the fire in the wall when it began to burn through the ceiling. They had to get out quick and fight it from the outside. Remember the personal alarms the firemen wear? I learned about then after September 11th. They go off if a firefighter falls so the other members of the team can find him in the smoke. I actually heard them go off a couple times.
In minutes they lost a home that was completely paid for and the family cat. Several of us came out to see if we could help, but the Red Cross was there to help, so there was nothing to do but pray.
That evening, we enjoyed our dinner, although I think it was too well done. My son had asked questions throughout, but did not come out of the house again that evening. At first I thought it did not affect him at all. The next morning however, he had a complete meltdown because he could not find his wallet. I thought we would never get to school. After the tantrum, he calmed down and had a great day at school.
I thank God for blessing my family and keeping them safe. Thank you for sparing my in-laws’ property from the fire and the food that fire helped to provide. I am praying hard for the family a few doors away who lost their home to fire. Help them to begin again and let that fire bring them closer to You.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
My Garden Stroll
All that rain has finally passed. Now I need to water again, since it is no longer being done for me J
My lettuce is just getting started, but it is tall enough for me to go out and snip a few leaves to add to my salad for lunch. It seems to grow well in containers on my patio table, so now I am trying butter crunch in a hanging planter. I haven’t sampled it yet, but I have tried the romaine, oak leaf and red leaf, Yum!
Throughout my garden, I have planted marigolds for color and some natural pest control. I bought a flat of the most beautiful plants with multicolored blooms. I am also intrigued by the possibility of its use in herbal remedies.
Some of my plants amaze me they are doing so well. Others seem to be healthy, but don’t seem to be growing much or developing fruit. My banana trees look great but seem to have stopped growing. My tomatoes haven’t grown or changed since I put them in the ground (not even my volunteers). I had one surprise potato plant that came up on its own. I thought I had lost the entire crop last year, but apparently one survived. Guess I didn't till that bed well.
My watermelons are a different story. If you think God doesn’t have a sense of humor, try to grow watermelon. Vines everywhere! Growing 8 – 10 feet from where they were planted, pretty little yellow flowers all over them and only one promising melon to show for it. I took this shot yesterday, it was the size of a small grapefruit. They have escaped their beds and grown across paths, through the banana trees, over the logs and up the chain linked fence. The one that has the melon on it grew through the enclosure that holds our pool pump and sprinkler system controls and sprouted a melon right under the electrical outlet. Now we have to be carefull when we plug in our pool pump. I tried so hard to plant things where they would not be in my husbands way of working, but the vine had other ideas J
So now here I sit with a new bag of seed starting soil and 5 packets of seeds. Oh yeah, and Lowes has peach and apple trees on sale for $19.95! Do I not know when to quit?! It’s hard to find the time to keep up with it all as it is. But I justify it by planning to go to my first plant swap downtown in a few weeks. But mostly, I imagine myself going out each day and picking fresh food for my son’s breakfast and lunch. Fresh food that I know did not have pesticides and chemicals sprayed on them. I don’t have to wonder how fresh it is or how far it traveled. And I can be so proud of this partnership I have with the Lord.
“Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children” Ephesians 5:1 NIV
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Gardening at Night
It’s been a really hot summer! Plus working full time and caring for a home and family doesn’t leave a lot of time for gardening. But the recent rains have helped keep things that I have planted going and also keep my rain barrel full. It’s nice to have water available without turning on the faucet
So, sometimes after dinner I douse myself with mosquito repellent and head outside, even after dark. Cooking dinner can sometimes be a depressing time. I get so frustrated with the cost, quality or both of the food available to us. So when I finish, I am inspired to work on my little farm with the hopes of growing food for my family.
Tonight it was my little corn seedlings. I started nine of them on wet paper towels in a sandwich bag. These are heirlooms. I did not know there were heirlooms other than tomatoes. This variety is fifty years old. Out of the seven seeds I started, seven of them had a sprout and long root after only a few days in the bag. I recently started tacking my seed bags up on the bulletin board while I wait for them to sprout. It works great!
After dishes were done tonight, I took my baggie off the board and headed outside. Having floodlights out back really help. I planted all nine seeds into soil in four inch pots. The two that did not sprout were swollen and I am pretty sure will sprout over the next day or two.
But I am getting so far behind! Those little corn plants are going to need a bed soon. I had a great weekend of trading with a new friend here locally and my daughter two counties north. Plus, I found some great buys on veggies at the home improvement store. From my friend, I got oyster plants, sage cuttings and a muscadine grape. From my daughter canna lilies, crinum lilies and a morning glory, plus more seeds than I can count. From the store I bought cauliflower, lettuce, green beans, cucumbers and latana and salvia for my butterfly garden. I really need to make beds for all those plants. Makes me tired to think about it all. And I still haven’t started the coop!
But then I think of my family and what I want for our future. I imagine my grandsons visiting and exploring my garden with my son leading them. It’s my own bit of paradise. A dream of a new Eden. My little part of the earth God entrusts to my care. I can do this. A few minutes a day if need be. I’ve planted so much already, but it is growing. With every seed that sprouts, I am hopeful of a bountiful harvest.
And a new world for my children.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Chocolate Banana Milkshake
The guys needed an icee today.
Sounds simple, but it is not. Since my son can't have food coloring, the only flavor that is safe for him is Cola. The convenience store 4 blocks away used to have them. Dad and son would take the occasional walk and come by with the coveted frozen drinks. Good times.....
Then the machine was replaced with a national brand name that ALWAYS has food coloring. They were so sad! But being a good dad, my hubby set out to find one that still served the cola flavor. And they are out there, but you never know which one will be working, and have cola flavor as a choice.
It starts with the convenience store down the street. If they don’t have it, next stop is the gas station about 5 miles away. Then another 5 miles south to the lobby of a favorite department store. Usually, one of these will have it. Sometimes they don’t.
Fortune smiled on them today and after 30 minutes in the car, the convenience store had them. But unfortunately, we had checked the farther locations first. But it was sweet to see them coming out of the door, triumphantly carrying their favorite treats.
I must admit, I was annoyed with the whole trip. What had started out as a quick run to the pool supply store had turned into the familiar quest. So when we got home, I was in the mood for a frozen treat myself. One of my favorite coffee shops makes a chocolate banana smoothie. This tastes really close and sure improved my mood J
1 ripe, sweet banana
1 ½ scoops of good chocolate ice cream (or frozen yogurt)
½ cup of cold milk
Blend until smooth. Poor into a tall glass and top with whipped cream. Enjoy!
SO Much better than frozen sugar water!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
For the love of Pets
I’ve always had pets. I don’t think much time has ever gone by in my life that I didn’t have some kind of critter in my care. We had dogs, cats, fish and a sky blue parakeet while I was growing up. When I got married, there were more dogs, cats, fish and an aviary of rescued and bought birds, and the usual assortment of pets for my children.
That last fifteen years have been filled with cats. My hubby had one when I met him, then I brought home a loaded stray. She was a sweet little bob tail that seemed to love us both. Then she had her kittens in the bedroom closet. For awhile we had 7 cats at once! Crazy, but they were soon part of the family.
My youngest was born when the kittens were 2 years old. We had sent the momma to the SPCA and managed to give away one kitten. So, we were a family of hubby and me and baby makes 3, plus 5 cats to entertain us. Every step of my young son’s day was punctuated by the love of a cat. One slept with him for naps, another chased balls he would kick from his walker, one tried to share my lap during feedings and story time and one would lay with him until he fell asleep each night. They were there when he cried and never hurt him, even when I would find his fist full of cat hair.
Today we are down to one cat and a gerbil. The cat seems to have adopted me. I am the only one who can pet her just right. She chases me down when I try to stay up too late. She checks on my son to make sure he is in bed, but no longer lays with him each night. The gerbil is very sweet, but has clearly lost its shine. My son usually checks on her each day and even holds her for a few minutes. But he forgets more often than not to secure her cage or check the level of her water. I guess that’s what moms are for, to remind or to fill in so the poor critter doesn’t die.
He wants a dog. Actually, we all do. But I have had a hard time justifying it since we are gone from the house 10-12 hours a day. Seems like it would be cruel for them to be alone all day. I already know that the cat is terrified of dogs. When we got her, she stayed in the spare bedroom, literally, until the last of the other cats died.
But, every boy needs a dog, right? I guess the silly cat can stay in my room during the day. I started reading about therapy dogs for Aspergers kids and how they help in social situations. But my boy has no trouble talking to people at all. Usually, he can’t tell when to stop talking J
Then there are the plans to get more chickens. My son fell in love with the black chicks at the barn. I don’t even know what they are, but the owner has told him he can have one. But the coop is still not built and I am not sure I am ready to bring them into the kitchen every night again. I hope to finish it soon, since I think I have everything I need.For now, the critters at the barn will have to do. It’s wonderful to be around the horses without incurring the expense. But I have a feeling that when we go to ride this Saturday, we will be coming home with a new feathered friend.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Saturday Song and Garden
It’s 9:00 pm. Hubby is volunteering at the school and my youngest is in the shower. Usually, he sings all sorts of songs while he is there. But tonight he is just making sounds and noises. Probably from the games and cartoons he watches.
He loves to sing, but won’t sing for an audience. He has perfect pitch. Every since he was a baby, he could repeat a sound and match its note perfectly. When he was an infant, he would be on his back while I was changing him and the phone would ring. He would mimic the sound exactly. So, my phone would always ring in stereo.
When he was in preschool, one of his favorite shows was Little Einsteins. They would introduce young children to the Classics, both in music and fine arts. Then he would sing instrumental pieces by Mozart, Bach or Beethoven. Then came Veggie Tales and contemporary Christian music. Sometimes he will hold a note and his voice sounds so beautiful. But, he doesn’t seem to see it that way. It’s just something to do I guess.
I did get some things done in the garden today. My compost in the tumbler went sour. The chicken feed I had got bugs in it so I dumped the whole container into the compost bin. I guess that knocked the balance off because today it smelled like ammonia. So, I emptied it and dumped it around the grapefruit tree. It needs all the help it can get and it is in a remote part of the yard where no one can smell it! Then I reloaded the tumbler with fresh scraps and partially rotted oak leaves.
Then hubby got home and whisked me off to a school that has closed down. They were selling everything and he knew I would want things for my classroom. Our principal met us there and we ended up pulling our resources to buy several desks and chairs for our classrooms. Our enrollment is up this year and we did not have enough desks to go around. “These are good problems to have” my pastor would say.
So, there I was, still in my garden clothes, representing our school. Then we were off to the school to drop off our purchases. Once at the school, there was much to do to put all the things away and get ready for the Back to School Picnic later that day. I had to come back home and change and pick up bathing suits and towels. We always rent an awesome waterslide!
We were about 30 minutes late for the picnic. We stopped by the stables to drop off my son’s paperwork so he can continue riding this fall. When we arrive at the picnic, it was in full swing. My son jumped right into the festivities and headed for the waterslide. A few years back, he would have hid behind me for the first few minutes until he was used to the noise and the crowd. I lost track of him and went to locate family and friends.
About forty five minutes later, my son came to me upset. He said his stomach was bothering him and everything was spinning. He could not pull himself together, so I located my hubby so we could get ready to leave. Twenty minutes after that, he decided to eat to see if it would help. It did and we ended up staying for most of the event. That’s just the way it is. Something will overwhelm him and it’s time to leave, or, he just recovers and we get to stay.
When we arrived home, we watched a bit of tv before my hubby went back to the school. As we settled into our evening, I decided to make my worm bin. I had purchased the perfect sized bin from the sale for a dollar. So I got out my drill and created a proper home for my wigglies: http://www.ehow.com/video_5926934_make-worm-bin.html This is pretty much the way I made my bin, but I only put one hole in the bottom at a corner. My daughter made hers this way. Then you can set it at an angle and place a bottle under the hole to catch the moisture (worm tea). More goodies for my garden!
“You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!” Song of Solomon 8:13
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Of Haircuts and Worms
My daughter called me at lunch today to tell me about the pumpkin plants I gave her. She said they were infested with “cucumber worms”. This was our second day of the seminar to prepare us for the school year. She managed to pick them off and salvage the plants but wanted me to know that my garden may have a problem.
The irony in all this is that on the same day we had our plant swap, she brought me some worms to start my own bin with. I really should have waited since I didn’t have a bin set up, but I couldn’t resist the chance to start right away. I did the best I could with a plastic bin and some wet shredded newspaper. I was concerned it wasn’t dark enough for them, so I put it in a paper bag. I then gave them some kitchen scraps, but not much seems to be happening.
After work it was time for my son’s haircut. One of the issues that Asperger’s kids have to deal with is hypersensitivity. The last haircut was at the beginning of the summer. It was quite the circus! The clippers buzzed and tickled his neck so much that he wiggled and squealed through the whole thing. The barber was beside himself. After the ordeal, we gave him a nice tip.
They did do a nice job on his hair, and were very nice through all the frustration. So, we went back to the same barber this time. He didn’t recognize my son until he was already in the chair and had the smock tied on ready to go. He kindly, but firmly told my son that they closed in 35 minutes. Whatever haircut he had at that point was the one he was stuck with.
Well, I don’t know if it was what the barber said or the fact that he was distracted by the tv, but 15 minutes later he had a handsome cut for his first day of school. Hopefully, that is the end of the squealing haircuts!
When we got home, I found it had rained quite a bit today, so I went out back to check on my new rain barrel. I had placed it under one end of the gutter that protects our air conditioner. I knew the placement might not be perfect, so was waiting for a good rain to tell me how I did. It was full to the top! My son and I tied a piece of screen on the top and it is complete. No more city water on my plants!
I checked the garden and found no worms. I did find one watermelon vine that something seemed to be eating, but I could not find anything on it. Not even with my glasses on, LOL!
The worms in the bin however, seemed to need a bit of attention. I pulled out the bin and they still seemed to be staying in the clump of dirt I got them in and were not moving to all the yummy scraps I put in there for them. The shredded newspaper also seemed dry. I poked around a bit and confirmed they were still alive. So I got some fresh newspaper shred, wet it and squeezed it out. Then I laid it across the mud and scraps to make it darker and damper. We shall see how they do. If I am successful, I will have some lovely worm tea and castings for my food garden.
Now if I could only find some time to work on that chicken coop.
“ Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:30 - 31
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:30 - 31
Sunday, August 14, 2011
The Food Dye Nemesis
When my youngest was born, he was a bit of a late life surprise. But he is cherished never the less. His bright eyes and cheerful disposition always make my day.
He was such a good baby. If he cried, he usually had a good reason. When I laid him on his back, he would flap his arms like a bird and draw his knees to his chest. I thought it was unusual, but he was having so much fun that it never occurred to me that it was a symptom. I know now it is an autistic trait.
As he grew, we followed the doctors’ advice and kept him current on his immunizations. When he was almost 3, we were told that we were behind. He had to have 4 shots that day! I remember thinking how ridicules it was that with all our medical advances, we still have to stick babies with needles! But he had to have those shots to start preschool.
Preschool did not go well at all. He had no tolerance for the other children when they would take a toy from him. His response was to bite them. After several warnings, we were asked to remove him from the preschool.
So, I kept him with me and we went to a different story time each day. Many of our local book stores and libraries have them. Then we would go to a park for an hour or so, then home for some snuggle time. He had stopped napping at age one, so some couch time with mommy while she watched some food network seemed to be all he needed.
During this time we also attended church and family gatherings like any other family. Sometimes my son did fine, running around and playing with friends and cousins. Other times, he would start out fine, but within an hour or so would seem to lose all patience with the world around him. He would scream and cry, throwing himself on the floor in tantrums until we excused ourselves early and took him home.
Usually he would be running a fever, so I would put him in the bath to ready him for bed. Then I would see the rash, usually in his diaper area and sometimes spreading beyond. After several reactions like this I asked myself “What did he have to cause this?” Then I began to piece the puzzle together.
After leaving my sister’s house early one evening, I remembered that we had been at my parents’ house the weekend before and there had been no incident. We had chocolate cake that day, or maybe it was brownies. But now, here we were again, rocking my boy fresh from the bath, still sniffling in his sleep. Then I remembered what he ate.
My young niece had been there with her children. Trying to be a health conscious mom, she had given out fruit treats to all the kids. At first I wondered what on earth fruit gummies could have in them, then I read the label; Food Dyes.
From that day, I simply decided to keep anything with food coloring in it away from my boy. It wasn’t as easy as I thought. Some things are obvious: powdered fruit drinks, popsicles, cheetoes, anything that dyed my kids lips was not going into him. But I found food dyes in strange places. Like baby shampoo (yellow), marshmallows (blue) and chocolate ice cream (red).
Now we eat organic foods and use earth friendly products whenever we can. Years of label reading and watching our son suffer has taught us that we can do better. So, I shop carefully and am learning to grow what I can. He has not had a severe event since. With God’s help, I will do everything I can to build a healthy future for my family, and maybe help save the planet along the way.
Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food.”
Friday, August 12, 2011
Hope in Horses and Gardens
This evening when we came home from work, my husband and I settled down in the living room to plan our evening. My son bustled around doing his chores and chattering each time he passed. Finally, his chores finished, he announced he was going out to climb a tree.
Tree climbing is somewhat new to him. About a year and a half ago, he used to climb the lower branches with one of his classmates, but was never more than six feet off the ground. But since she moved away, he stopped climbing altogether. He is so sensitive to, well, everything! Hot, cold, soft, scratchy, taste, sounds, so many things that just being outside seemed to irritate him. Then he started riding horses.
Therapeutic Horseback Riding. I can still remember our first day. He was bright and alert, taking things in. He followed instructions and chose a safety helmet to wear. Then he watched as another child climbed into the saddle from the ramp and he froze. He then drew close and stepped a bit behind me. “I don’t think I can do this!” he whispered. They called his name next, so I turned and said “It’s your turn.” I saw him take a deep breath and walk toward the ramp. He climbed in the saddle and the teacher stopped and looked at him. She started to speak to him, too soft for the rest of us to hear. I saw him nod, then relax a bit and they were off. He was never afraid again. That was almost a year ago.
Now, he asks to jump in the pool without others swimming with him. This summer he finally taught himself to ride a bike. Once this week I caught him shooting hoops with the kids at camp. And now, he climbs our oak trees. Not the low branches, six feet from the ground, but straight up high fifteen feet in the air, I think a tree house is in order.
He is so proud of the ribbons he won riding in last years’ Challenge Show. He also wears his boots and helmet whenever he can. He loves visiting the other animals at the stables too: chickens, rabbits, pigs, but his favorites are the goats! He visits with them and brings them treats after his ride.
It’s wonderful to see him in the great outdoors! Otherwise, he is tending to his passion, reading, or playing video games like other kids his age. He has grown in so many ways. He also started playing chess with anyone who will play with him.
Now if I can just control the food he eats a bit more. It’s so frustrating. Every time I think we are doing well, I find some new ingredient or something in food that I once trusted. That’s why I want to grow as much of our food as I can. Then I know where it came from and that no pesticides were sprayed on it. And I am enjoying it too. Seems I enjoy getting my hands dirty.
And caring for the earth. The soil in my yard is getting better all the time. Every load of compost I dump into my garden makes the soil darker and hold the moisture better. It’s taking a while, but I am growing things we enjoy the way God intended. I feel so blessed! Having my son has opened my eyes to a better life for all of us.
“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter,
day and night will never cease.”
day and night will never cease.”
Monday, August 8, 2011
A Giant Orange Weed
Up early, so after a cup of coffee and ‘puter time, I went back to work in the garden.
Now the allamanda, jasmine and grape vines are all planted on the back fence. I planted them about 10 feet apart. I am hoping that is enough for them to cover the fence and not compete with each other too much.
Then it was on to the orange tree. Sadly, it had to come down. My husband’s Granny gave us a Valencia orange tree shortly after we bought our home. That winter we had a nasty freeze and the tree didn’t make it. In the spring, an orange tree sprouted right where the other had died. We were so excited and made all sorts of jokes about how the tree was as tough as dear Granny. But soon we realized that it was not the lovely Valencia we had planted.
It grew tall and weedy and had thorns that were two inches long. If it ever did bear fruit, we weren’t sure how we would pick it. Several years later it seemed to have some sort of disease. The leaves curled and twisted and little wasps and grass hoppers moved in. I now know that trees are sometimes grafted onto “root stock”, also an orange tree, but grown for its strong roots. Not to bear fruit.
So, now it is down and pulled from the ground. We cut what we could then wrapped a chain around the trunk. We attached it to the back of our SUV and pulled as much of the roots out as we could. Now I can prep the ground for my first Papaya seeds. Hopefully, my watermelon vines didn’t get too trampled in the process of pulling out the tree. It seemed like we kept bumping into them.
So, I finished the morning off by dragging some oak logs around for raised beds. The first bed I made is pretty big, about 6x7 feet. But, it has watermelon and a few struggling cantaloupe in it, so they need the room. I’ve turned some of the composted cow manure into the place where the tree was. Prayerfully, whatever was bugging the orange tree weed will not hurt papaya trees!
“Early in the morning, as Jesus was on his way back to the city, he was hungry. Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, “May you never bear fruit again!” Immediately the tree withered.”
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Saturday August 6, 2011
One thing about a trip to the store for supplies, you find more projects you want to do.
This morning I was tilling one of my garden beds when my husband returned from the men’s breakfast. He asked if I wanted to go to the store, but I needed that early time to work before the sun hit the yard. He agreed to wait a few more minutes so that we could go together.
I found the organic composted cow manure they carry. I sometimes use it when I can’t make compost fast enough for my big projects. I also picked up a bag of organic garden soil. I mix it with soil from the bed to start seeds. I also picked up a flat of marigolds to deter some of the garden pests.
My impulse buy for this week was a grape plant. I plan to grow it on the back fence. Now that we are home and talking things over, I wish I had read the label first.
I found the seed section with a bit of difficulty this time. It had been downgraded to one display. About an eighth of it was organic. Apparently, the nice people told me, this isn’t the season for seeds. I explained to them that Florida Gardening calendars have us starting some seeds now, but that is not when the seed companies send them to the store.
I looked through the organic seeds and found no corn, so I settled on a conventional pack. While we waited to check out, I read the seed packet. It said “sugar enhanced”. Really? I thought corn already had sugar naturally. That’s why we have corn syrup. Well, I don’t want enhanced seed at all, so I put them back.
When we got home, I read the pot the grape vine came in. It said nothing about being organic, natural or conventional. But it did have a website listed. They claim to be a leading supplier of premium blue berry plants, but had nothing at all about any other plants. Most of the site was dedicated to how wonderful they were and it was because of their scientific yada-yada.
So, I will keep the grape plant for now and buy my corn seed somewhere else. Or maybe find someone to swap seeds with who has grown corn successfully in this area. Sometimes it’s hard to draw the boundaries around what I want in my yard. I want to grow the things my family will eat, but I also want it to be as healthy and clean as possible. Organic items are not always available. My yard needs to be amended constantly it seems. So, I will keep trying and learning along the way. My family and our earth are worth it!
“The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.”
Friday, August 5, 2011
Stayed home sick today, but couldn’t stay down. Frequent trips to the throne room kept me agitated and unable to rest. So I walked outside to visit my garden.
I actually accomplished more, a few minutes at a time, than I do on a Saturday morning. Our swimming pool is completely out of balance with all the recent rainfall. So, I sprayed out the filters while my son picked up around the yard.
When I was able to sit down in the shade, I planted about 12 pumpkin seedlings into starter trays. After taking a break for rest and water, I sat near one of my planting beds and pulled weeds. While I was at it, I replanted some basil seedlings which had come up too close to the walkway. Later, I planted my Tarragon that had outgrown its pot. Now in the herb bed, I have basil, parsley, thyme, mint and tarragon.
Closer to the kitchen door, I have lavender, rosemary and a struggling sage plant. Seems I always have trouble with sage. Maybe I just need to find the right variety.
After lunch, I had a bit of energy, so my son and I loaded up the compost tumbler from the half full bin. Then we got the cart and transferred some leaves from the side yard to the back and divided them between the tumbler and the bin. We still had some left over so I used it as mulch here and there.
Well, all that activity was enough for me, so I came back inside and watched “Food inc.” If I wasn’t upset enough about our food before, I sure am now. But I know we are one the right track. We buy as much organic food as funds and availability will allow and I am starting to grow as much of our food as I can. Our chicken enclosure is built and my husband surprised me today with enough wood to finish the coop.
Along with the herbs, I have already planted blueberries, strawberries, lettuce, watermelon and cantaloupes. I also have avocado, loquat and banana trees and two different heirloom tomatoes in topsy-turvy planters.
Now I am getting ready to plant seeds for my fall garden. With the seeds I saved from years past, the ones I have purchased plus the ones my friend shared with me, I could plant an acre! My garden tending time is limited to before and after work and weekends, but I love it! Walking along my plants keeps me grounded and gives me the quite time I need to spend with the Lord.
Be sure to stay busy and plant a variety of crops, for you never know which will grow-perhaps they all will. Ecclesiastes 11:6
Thursday, August 4, 2011
I am a wife and mom to three great kids and Grandma Beth to two grandsons. My youngest has Asperger’s Syndrome and one of my grandsons has Celiac.
My dream is for our home to nurture us in every way. Not just creature comforts, like air conditioning and a comfy chair. I want it to be more. It should be more than good meals and cable tv. I want it to hug us and heal us and be the place we want to be. Not just at the end of the day, but forever.
Our world seems like poison. Stress, pollution, additives in our food, there seems to be no end. I have decided to take as much as I can into my own hands, with God’s help.
I want to do more than clean and organize my home. I want to plant and grow our own food as much as possible. I want to rid my house of chemicals and pesticides .It needs to be a place where my family is safe from the outside world. In short, to live a more sustainable life that is pleasing to God.
Follow me as I share my adventure. Please pray for my family as I will pray for those who read along. May this new venture bring us all closer to Him.