December 23, 2011

Last minute gifts for a gardener

If you’re a last-minute shopper and struggling to find something to get for the gardener in your life, or if you’re a gardener and looking for a few things for your wish list, I came up with a list of things that I like/love and even a few items that I have on my wish list for this year.  Hopefully it will help spark a few ideas.

  • Pruners – Nothing beats a great set of pruners! Bypass pruners (look much like a scissors) are better for green material (live plants), while anvil pruners are better for woody material.  (Anvil pruners will crush and damage live plants.) My favorite bypass pruners are made by Felco.  If you’ve never shopped for them before you might get sticker shock, they aren’t cheap, but they are definitely worth the money.  The thing I like about Felco pruners is that they are made to last.  You can easily take them apart to clean and sharpen them, if the blades are ever too beat up or worn down to sharpen any more you can also buy replacement blades.  Felco also sells small sharpeners for the blades as well as cleaner/lubricant to keep them in good shape.
  • Diamond Files – These are great for filing pruners of all kinds!
  • Spade – Nothing beats a good sturdy (and sharp!) spade.  Spades don’t come sharp.  You’ll need to sharpen them.  This can really make all the difference when gardening.  It’s like transforming a spoon into a knife blade, and if you sharpen it right, it will work the same way.  You can cut through soil, roots, etc. like “butta”.  If you don’t feel comfy doing the sharpening yourself, buy them a couple of files to go with it.
  • Files – These are another garden tool no gardener should go without.  Keeping tools sharp takes the back-breaking labor out of gardening!
  • Soil Thermometer – This comes in especially handy for those who are doing veggie gardening.  One of the keys to seed germination isn’t so much the weather as the soil temperature.  Every type of seed germinates at a particular soil temperature.  A soil thermometer can help gardeners gauge whether the soil is at the right temperatures for germination.  Or… at least know whether it’s warm enough to start planting. 🙂
  • Garden Journal – Ahhh… the book that every gardener needs.  You can read a million books or information online to get information on plants, but this is what serves as a gardener’s memory.  It’s what helps all of us learn what works, what doesn’t, what the weather was like and where did I plant that Lenten Rose?  Journals can be as simple as a notebook or hardcover book with a template to serve as a reminder of what to record.  No gardener should go without one.
  • Compost bin – If you eat and garden, then you should have a compost bin.  Whether it’s made of wood, plastic or chicken wire, this little gem is what turns kitchen scraps, lawn clippings, leaves and plant cuttings into black gold.  This will help create the best fertilizer any gardener can ask for.
  • Plant stand & Grow lights – If you’ve thought about growing plants from seed or tried it and he windowsill doesn’t quite cut it, it’s time to invest in a plant stand and grow lights.  There are many styles and types out there, but they can also be built from scratch.  Basically you need one or two shelves to set plant trays on and a hanging, adjustable height, shop light.  A timer is also handy to make sure the plants get the necessary light to grow well.  The bulb itself needs to be a grow light or plant light.  (A standard fluorescent doesn’t have the full spectrum of light necessary to grow plants well.)
  • Timers – Good addition to a plant stand and grow lights.
  • Bio-dome – This is handy way to start seeds, it’s an enclosed domed plant/seedling tray with adjustable ventilation windows at the top.  Instead of using a standard potting or seed starting medium (soil), the Bio-dome comes with sponge plugs.  You plant the seeds right into the plugs, then when the plants are larger, the plugs get planted into small pots until the plants are ready to be brought outside.  Additional sponge plugs can be bought separately.

For additional gift giving ideas, think Local .

Kate

December 22, 2011

Don’t forget to breathe! (a.k.a. – Surviving the Holidays)

Children singing, people laughing, bells ringing, people calling, emails flying, emotions soaring… the holidays are here!

In the midst of all of the flurry of the holidays it’s easy to get caught up in all of it and forget to take care of ourselves.  There’s so much energy swirling around you can practically feel it and if you close your eyes, you just might get dizzy.

It’s in this time, when I feel myself spinning, things moving so fast around me that everything becomes a blur.  I’m making my lists, all 240 of them, and checking them twice, and three times and four times, then transferring them to another list so I only need to focus on what’s left….  The house needs cleaning, cards need mailing, gifts need wrapping, menus need planning, cookies need baking… ribbon is twirling, lights are flashing… make it stop!

The other day as I was feeling the pressure from every direction a friend reminded me… “in the storm, create your own centered space, Zen, if you will”.  Then everything came to a stop.  Calm and peacefulness came over me.  I was feeling the storm and needed to revert back to my centered space. I had gotten caught up in the undertow.  My friend threw me a life-preserver.  When I “go inside”, meditate and ground myself, I’m a much happier and calm person.  I smile at the chaos.  It’s like having a magnetic force field protecting me from the noise.  And by noise, I mean everything: the music, the commercials, the reminders, the emails, the registers, the intense emotions, the intoxicating scents, all of it.

Raisin

If I go to my centered space (envision the raisin exercise), I can watch it all take place (much like watching a movie), take it all in, and then choose whether or not to get involved.  I get to choose my action versus just reacting to the situations at hand.

So as the days wind down to just hours until we celebrate Jesus’ birth, I thought it would be a good time to pay it forward.  Just as my friend reminded me to go within, I’ll remind you as well.  When things get hectic, when emotions are running high or low, when things feel like they are getting out of control and everyone is losing sight of the true meaning of Christmas, remember to go to your centered space and breathe.

Just… breathe.

Kate

December 19, 2011

How much is “enough”?

Yesterday my husband and I were reviewing the Christmas gifts we’ve gotten for our son.  In the past we’ve gotten him one “big” gift and a few smaller gifts.  This year there really isn’t a “big” gift, but there are a few smaller things he’s really been wanting.  As we were checking the last item off the list I said, “Is it enough?”.  We came to the conclusion that yes, it is.  In the back of my mind I continued questioning for a little while.  That was, until this afternoon.

Today I had lunch with my mom.  My mom is retired from her full-time job and now spends much of her time helping elementary school students learn to read as a tutor in one of the public schools.  This afternoon, at our lunch, she was talking about some of the children she tutors, telling stories about some of the successes and some of the struggles.  At one point she started talking about a little girl who had a really hard time focusing and was getting to the point of being nasty with her instead of reading.  Finally, my mom closed the book and asked the little girl how she was doing, what was going on with her.  The little girl confessed she was hungry.  My mom asked if she’d had breakfast before school.  She had not.  She asked her why she hadn’t eaten.  The little girl started to answer, then stopped herself.  After talking to the little girl’s teacher, she was brought down to the school nurse where she was given breakfast.  This bothered me.  Does this really happen?  I tried to recall whether there has ever been a day that my son hadn’t had something to eat before school.  Even though he has had a couple of breakfasts as he was flying out the door to catch the bus, he has never gone to school hungry.  It must have been evident by the look on my face that I was concerned about what I was hearing and questioning how this could happen, because my mom started to explain that a large percentage of kids in the school eat at school because they literally don’t have anything to eat at home.

She went on to tell me that many of these kids can’t go outside for recess either because they don’t have warm coats or snow pants or boots.  She struggles to help them with reading because many of these kids don’t have books to read at home. My heart ached.  She continued to tell stories about kids living in broken homes, parents being evicted so they are forced to move to a different community and start a new school in the middle of the school year and her concern that other schools will lose these kids in the system if the school program isn’t set-up as well as the one she’s in.  Would their records go with them?  Will they help them? Or will these kids she’s been working so hard to help learn to read, slip through the cracks?

It’s not right.  It’s not their choice.  These kids don’t have a choice as to where they came from, who their parents are, whether they have a good home, clean clothes, a coat and boots, books to read or food on the table.  These kids, some of whom are the sweetest my mom has ever worked with, have nothing and it’s not their choice.  It’s not their fault.  They’re just kids.

As my mind raced, trying to figure out what I could do to help, my mom began to tell me about a coat rack in the hallway of the school.  Early on she couldn’t figure out why it was there.  Then she realized that the coat rack is for these kids.  The kids without.  These are coats, snow pant, boots, etc. that have been donated to the school so these kids stay warm.  That’s when I realized there is something I can do.  I can donate to the school.  I can give coats and snow pants and hats and maybe even boots and definitely books.  I could make mittens.  I’m making recycled sweater mittens, maybe I could give some to the school.

And then I thought back to the conversation yesterday.   Will my son be getting “enough” for Christmas?  He has a warm home, warm clothes, a warm coat, hats, mittens, boots, snow pants, books, games and food on the table.  Yes, he’s getting enough.  More than enough.

Kate

December 14, 2011

The quest to find my inner spark

When faced with decisions in life, no matter how big or how small, it’s sometimes hard to keep perspective on what I really think.  Sometimes there is so much noise, so many incoming messages and thoughts running through my mind that impact my decisions that at the end of the day, I’m not sure whether it was really me that made the decision or the influence of those around me.

Sometimes I think too long and too hard, I analyze too much before putting things into motion.  Sometimes I’m paralyzed by the unknown and I leave myself stuck in the same spot, afraid to move forward, afraid to change lanes, constantly looking in the review mirror at where I’ve been to try to figure out how I got to where I am now.  I can remain in that paralyzed mode for hours, days, weeks, even years before doing something.

It’s that stuck spot that I don’t like.  It’s like I have a strap tethered to each shoulder, around my hips, around my ankles preventing me from moving forward no matter how hard I pull.  I’m honestly not sure though whether this is just fear of the unknown or if it’s a lack of trusting in myself, trusting my judgement, trusting that I’ll make the “right” decision.  The thing is, I wasn’t always this way, I wasn’t always this way.  I used to make a decision and go for it, I would figure out the details on the fly.  I didn’t stop long enough to analyze it to death, and you know what?  It always worked out.  When I look back on where I’ve been, I can’t think of any decisions I’ve made that have truly been bad decisions.  Each choice, each movement I made brought me to the next, which eventually brought me to where I am today.

Lately I’ve been trying to figure out when it all started.  When did I stop trusting in myself?  When did I start doubting my capabilities?  Where did these messages come from and why the hell do I believe them?  (Here I go thinking again, right?)  What I’m trying to figure out is where this “stuff” came from so I can fix it and get myself back in motion.

It sounds so cliché, but right now I’m on the quest to find me.  The true me.  The girl whose dreams kept her moving forward, the girl who trusted in herself and did things because it felt right or she thought it was the right thing to do.  I’m trying to find the inner spark, re-light that flame, re-energize the spirit, the fire within me that gives me the drive, the confidence and the strength to chase my dreams without fear.

I tell my son quite frequently that it’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to fall down, it’s what you do afterward that matters. You need to pick yourself up, look at what happened and figure out a way to do it differently, then try again.  It’s time for me to listen to my own advice.  To teach by example.

Do people change?  Sure.  But I think deep down inside regardless of the changes that have taken place over time, we’re all that young person with an invincible spirit.  And I’ll tell you what, she’s still in there.  I can feel her.  And she’s trying damned hard to get out, to break the shell that’s been holding her back.  Friends have seen her, family has seen her.   Every once in a while I see her. And when I do its amazing.  It’s like meeting an old friend you haven’t seen in years.  It’s like looking in a mirror that can’t see age. But she’s not out yet, not all the way.  She’s not quite ready.  She’s telling me I’m not ready.  She said I still have some work to do.  And I do.  I know I do. But I also know that when the time is right, she’ll emerge.  And I can’t wait to hug her, hold her hand, talk to her, get to know her again.  And as I do, take off on new adventures and go wherever our path may lead us.

Kate