At the End of a Week

How did it get to be Friday?

The peeps are doing very well. I would love to keep them inside for a few more weeks because it’s easy for me to check on them, but they will outgrow that makeshift brooder box before long. Also, I need to do laundry. It is nice to know, however, that 1) I can hatch chicks successfully in the incubator and 2) We have a good setup for young chicks if it’s too cold to put them out in the coop. Now we just wait and hope that we didn’t get 12 roosters.

[I told the husband that I would like to keep one rooster out of this batch. I like to keep the bloodlines of my good roosters going if I can. The big rooster that died a few months ago was sired by our original Buff Orpington rooster.]

The weather is supposed to improve this weekend and I think the chicks will get moved out to the coop where they can keep the big chickens awake with their constant peeping. That brooder box is also much bigger.

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I sent the pencil pouch off to DD#2. She saw the picture on my blog and was very happy with it. She told me yesterday that Nordstrom is planning to close 16 stores. Her store probably is not in any danger as Nordstrom just closed another store north of Seattle last year. If the store in Spokane closes, however, that is going to be a huge blow to their downtown retail sector. They lost the downtown Macy’s store a few years ago.

The husband commented that DD#2 probably snagged one of the last good retail jobs. That industry is going to undergo some seismic changes in the near future.

I was in town yesterday running errands, so I stopped at Joann Fabrics to peruse the remnant rack. I also found this book:

My sister has cats and I thought she might enjoy this. She said she’s been thinking about doing counted cross-stitch again but embroidery might be a nice change.

I am attending an Accuquilt Zoom presentation this morning put on by one of the quilt stores in town. I went to an in-person demo they hosted last year and enjoyed it very much. That Studio cutter is getting a lot of use. I have a huge stack of 5” squares for making comforters next fall.

And after a few fits and starts, I worked on the Get Out of Town bag.

My can of spray baste refused to behave properly because it’s almost empty, but I didn’t realize it until I went to use it or I could have picked up a new one at Joanns. Oh well, I got one piece quilted. When I quilt the second piece, I’ll just have to pin it. These bags are assembled by first quilting the exterior and lining together with a piece of foam between them. The smaller pieces are cut from the big quilted pieces. I used a black 40wt thread on the top and some Aurifil 50wt in the bobbin and quilted straight lines about 3/4” apart. The lining is a coral print and the exterior accents will be turquoise. I have no idea where I got this lovely Alexander Henry remnant, but I think it will make a nice bag.

My stash is so full of bright, retina-burning prints that it isn’t funny. I don’t usually buy large-scale prints because it’s hard to use them in quilts, but I must have liked the colors in this one.

The cowpeas are getting planted under hoops tomorrow. They are outgrowing their pots. And now we’ll find out how they do in Montana.

Ups and Downs

I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post that there had been two eggs that pipped but didn’t hatch. The second egg was the last one left in the incubator—I had already removed the other one and the eggs that weren’t fertile, and it had been more than 24 hours since the egg pipped. As I picked it up to take it out, though, so I could clean the incubator, the egg peeped at me. (Thankfully, in my surprise, I did not drop it.) The husband said to leave it in the incubator for a few more hours and see if anything happened.

I waited and watched. Little by little, the chick inside worked its way out and finally hatched. I was excited to have another chick—bringing the total to 18—but something didn’t seem right. This chick was smaller than the others, slow to rouse, and it seemed to have trouble getting around. By an hour after hatching, the other chicks had all been lurching around inside the incubator. This one was just lying still. I took it out and looked it over and discovered the problem. The chick had been born with its intestines outside its body.

There was nothing to do. Although I want to take care of them and give them good lives, I am not into heroic measures when it comes to farm animals. This chick wasn’t going to make it, so I let it die. I am sad about that, but we have 17 other healthy, beautiful chicks. One of those chicks obviously came from a Light Brahma mother and is a gorgeous silver color. I think it’s my favorite so far.

The brooder box is still in the laundry room. We haven’t moved the babies out to the coop yet because the weather is so crummy.

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I have to check on the peeps every couple of hours and make sure they have fresh water and food, but I’m not tied to the kitchen like I was when they were hatching. My pile of sewing projects needed some attention. I quilted the Moda Love wallhanging that I put together a few weeks ago. I did simple straight line quilting 1/4” on either side of each seamline in a grid pattern. I probably could have been more creative with the quilting, but at this point, finished is better than perfect. Straight lines don’t take long.

Once the quilting was done, I cut and made about 10 yards of red Kona binding. I only needed a couple of yards for the wallhanging, but if I am going to make binding, it’s just as easy to make 10 yards as two yards. The excess will get used on a future quilt. I like being able to go to my binding box and pull out a roll of ready-made binding.

I finished the canvas pencil pouch (free Noodlehead tutorial) for DD#2 so she has something to hold her reusable straws:

The fabric is some leftover Sevenberry canvas that I used for an apron for myself. Because I was working with scraps, I felt less bad about fussy cutting the pieces:

That is some next-level pattern matching right there.

This is a quick and easy project—by far, most of the time is spent on the prep work and only a little bit of it on the actual sewing. Good for gift-giving.

I decided to start a project for me. The Janome is still set up for quilting, so I am going to make myself one of these:

I pulled supplies from the stash and started cutting and labelling. I hope to get the body pieces quilted today. One of my friends asked me a few months ago why I make so many bags. I am rather a bag addict. Some people like shoes; I like bags. Also, from a sewing standpoint, bags—depending on the pattern—can be technically complex. I like to challenge myself.

I went over to my friend Marcie’s house last night to help her with her serger. I had found her a Bernette serger at a thrift store a few years ago for $22. That was a screaming deal. It’s a fine little serger and very similar to my Juki. She wanted to use it but needed help with the threading. In thanks, she gave me a gluten-free strawberry-rhubarb pie. Marcie is an excellent cook, so I have no doubt this pie will be delicious.

Hatch Report

Yesterday was exhausting, in a good way.

The first chick showed up Monday morning. By Monday night, we had five. Two more hatched overnight for a total of seven in the incubator when I woke up yesterday morning. The remainder of the eggs continued to hatch, in fits and spurts, until yesterday afternoon, and now we have a total of 17 chicks. They all have been moved to the brooder box in the laundry room where they are eating like there is no tomorrow.

Although I know better than to interfere with a natural process, I didn’t want to leave the kitchen while all of this was happening. I needed to keep an eye on the humidity and temperature levels in the incubator, and let’s be honest—watching chicks hatch is fascinating. I was even able to go over and alert our renter so she could bring their 3 year-old daughter to watch one just as it emerged from its shell.

Baby chicks have this habit of staggering around drunkenly, then flopping over and falling asleep instantly, and if you’re not familiar with the way that looks, you think the chick is dead. It also takes them a few hours to dry off and fluff up. Until then, they look sort of the like miniature versions of the monster in the movie Alien.

I did lose two chicks in the process; they started to pip and then stopped, and when it was clear the chicks inside were dead, I took the eggs out of the incubator so they wouldn’t contaminate anything. The causes for that, according to what I have read, are either too much humidity (the chick drowns from moisture condensing inside the shell) or too little humidity (the membrane dries out and basically shrink wraps the chick). The recommended humidity range is 60% to 80%. I was very careful not to let the humidity drop below 70% as I was removing older chicks to the brooder, but at one point, when three or four chicks had hatched in rapid succession, the humidity did get up to about 85%. The chicks are wet when they come out and that raises the humidity level in the incubator. I put a small cup of rice inside the incubator and that helped to absorb the excess water.

I am not sure how to avoid that problem of chicks not hatching other than to incubate fewer eggs next time. Some sources advise not to take any chicks out until every egg is finished hatching, but this hatch ran for over 36 hours. I couldn’t have left all the chicks in the incubator for that length of time. There simply wasn’t room.

For my first attempt, though, I am pretty pleased. That’s a hatch rate of 89% of fertile eggs. Even some hens don’t do that well.

I am also having fun trying to figure out what kinds of chickens these babies came from. Our rooster is a purebred Buff Orpington, but we have Black Australorp, White Orpington, Buff Orpington, New Hampshire Reds, Barred Rocks, and Light Brahma hens. Most of the chicks look like Orps of one kind or another, but at least one came from a Barred Rock mama and one from a Light Brahma. The Brahmas are big chickens, even bigger than the rooster, so I am not surprised he isn’t as successful with them as with the other hens. Now we wait to find out how many are males and how many are females.

The rooster got an extra helping of scratch grains and some praise yesterday for his part in this whole operation.

We’re going to keep the chicks inside the house for another day because we are supposed to get a storm with cold temperatures tonight. Our makeshift brooder box is sitting on top of the washing machine and is working surprisingly well, other than I can’t do laundry at the moment.

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I haven’t done much sewing this week, but I needed a break anyway. I’ve got my phone visit with the naturopath this morning. I was hoping to get the other two hoops up in the garden, but I think I am going to wait until after this storm. The cowpeas won’t like it if I put them out in the garden and it gets down to 25 degrees tonight, even if they are under cover.

The potatoes are coming up!

And the peas are up. The rhubarb looks good. The raspberries have leafed out and the grapes shouldn’t be far behind. Yay.

The Island of Misfit Chickens

Back when the husband and I first got chickens (and the first Buff Orpington rooster), I went out to the coop one October morning to let the chickens out. I was on my way back out the door when I heard a sound I couldn’t immediately identify. Then it dawned on me—it was a chick peeping. I followed the sound to a very protective mama hen sitting on the floor with a little red chick next to her. I ran back into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom and said to the husband, “We have a chick! How did that happen?”

I knew how it happened, but I didn’t know how we managed to overlook a broody hen for three weeks. We had several broody hens that year and got half a dozen chicks, but I haven’t been able to get any other hens to go broody since.

This year, when it was obvious we weren’t going to be able to get any chicks from the farm store, I bought an incubator. I put two dozen eggs in it and waited to see what would happen. The incubator has a timer on it that shows how many days until hatching. Yesterday, we were at day 2, so I was expecting chicks Tuesday or Wednesday.

I checked the incubator last night to make sure the temperature and humidity levels were adequate. This morning, I came down around 5:30 a.m., let Lila out, flipped on the coffeemaker, and then I heard a strange sound. At first, I wondered if we had caught a mouse somewhere. I went to check on the incubator and saw this:

I ran up the stairs and woke up the husband and said, “We have a chick!”

[He says that he always knows when I have some important news to tell him because he can hear me come running up the stairs.]

Soon after, a second chick hatched. I am supposed to leave them in there until they dry out and fluff up. I think a third one may be ready to hatch, too. Chick gestation is supposed to take 21 days, so I am a bit surprised by these early overachievers, but they are peeping and staggering around the incubator—with short stretches of naptime—and appear to be healthy.

These are not going to be purebred chickens. The rooster is a purebred Buff Orpington, but we have four other breeds of hens out there. One of the chicks is white and the other one light brown. The husband is calling this Janet’s Island of Misfit Chickens. I don’t care—I am just happy to have chicks this year.

I commented that in the midst of all this ridiculousness that has been 2020, there are still bright spots. He said, “Did you have any doubt?” and I said “No, but some days it’s harder to see them than others.” And some days, you can’t miss them at all.

Date Night, Adjusted, and Soap

Besides missing being able to hop in the car and drive to see my kids, date night has been the other casualty of this lockdown that I am mourning. I’m not missing the togetherness—we spend plenty of time with each other—as much as I am missing having a break from cooking. Date night was always my opportunity to have someone else prepare the food. My rough calculation is that the husband requires something like 5000 calories every day. I rejoice when we have actual leftovers from a meal because that means I don’t have to make something. And cooking is my least favorite domestic duty. If we were in that income bracket where we could have staff, the first person I would hire would be a chef.

I cook, and I try not to complain about it because I am not outside working in the rain, but I appreciate the break every once in a while. The husband reminded me yesterday out that one of our favorite date night locations, Backslope Brewery, is doing take-out. Their website has online ordering which includes growler refills. He is particularly fond of their Foreman Stout. I placed our order, got in the car and drove to the restaurant—which was a treat in itself as it was an absolutely gorgeous day—and picked up the food and the growler full of beer. Easy-peasy. Part of me hopes that they continue to do take-out even after the lockdown lifts, because this is a popular restaurant near Glacier Park. During tourist season, it’s next to impossible to get a table for dinner.

We didn’t get to go tool shopping, but the husband hung the shade up on the porch after dinner. I want to let it hang for a day or two to allow some wrinkles to fall out before I hem it. So far, it is working well.

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The husband got more PVC pipe and rebar so I could put up two more hoops this week. I need to get the cowpeas out into the garden, but the nights are still cool and the plants need some protection. The corn is doing well under its hoops. I am trying to stay ahead of the weeds; I dug out a bunch of quackgrass and dandelions yesterday and put cardboard down on top of the soil.

And I made a batch of hand soap as we are almost out. I recall someone asking me to take pictures of the process the last time I made it. Here is your quick-and-dirty recap. I am using the basic recipe found on the Wellness Mama website with a few modifications that DD#1 came up with, because she used to make this for us when she was home. I quadrupled the recipe and used an entire bar of soap to start:

This is our favorite soap. I have to buy a case of the lavender version for the husband because he loves it so much. (I tease him about smelling like a flower, but I like the smell, too.) I am not picky about what I use to make the liquid hand soap. As I was cleaning bathrooms yesterday, I also collected all the small leftover bits and added them to the pot. The soap first has to be grated. A coarse grating is fine:

I added a gallon of water and put the pot on the stove to simmer gently. The instructions say to use distilled or filtered water. We have extremely hard water here—the calcium and magnesium levels are off the charts—but I use water straight from the tap for making soap and it doesn’t seem to matter.

Once all the soap has dissolved, remove the pot from the heat, cover, and let sit for 24 hours or overnight. As it cools, the soap will start to gel:

At this point, DD#1 would get out the immersion blender and mix the soap thoroughly before pouring it into the gallon jug. The finished product looks just like what comes from the store. This is probably a six-months’ supply for the kitchen and bathroom.

It’s raining this morning—yay!—so I’m not sure what I’ll be able to get done outside today. I might just need to stay in and sew.

May Day

I am a day late and a dollar short, but I think it is important to note that yesterday was May Day.

The husband and I graduated from Washington College, in Chestertown, Maryland, which has the distinction of being the only college in the United States with George Washington’s permission to use his name. Washington donated 50 guineas toward the establishment of the college and agreed to serve on the Board of Visitors and Governors. Washington College is also well known for a slightly less noble tradition: May Day—a day students celebrate by taking off their clothing.

Yep, people go around naked. I did not participate, but I was there for four years and saw plenty of my friends in their birthday suits. And to this day, when the first of May rolls around, we alums note the fact, although I think fewer people are inclined to take their clothes off now to celebrate.

If you’d care to study up on some of the history, this video interview with the late Bennett Lamond, professor of English, is instructive:

My parents probably were not aware of this tradition when they sent me off to Maryland. I also lived on the college’s first co-ed floor when I was a sophomore. My friend Scott and his roommate, JP, lived right next door to us.

I wonder sometimes what George would think, but truly, those were some of the best years of my life.

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The peas are up!

The raspberries are leafing out:

I brought my mother-in-law’s gardening hat back from Maryland with me and have been wearing it when I am outside:

I have never been much of a hat person—too much hair, I think, which keeps me plenty warm—but I am trying to be better about sun exposure these days. And this hat is not too heavy. My mother-in-law was a Master Gardener. Perhaps I’ll absorb some of that knowledge from this hat by osmosis.

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I finished a batch of masks yesterday morning, then weeded for a few hours. As a reward for my hard work, I thought I might start a new bag project. I recently purchased some waxed canvas from Klum House, but as I think I mentioned, it has a much different hand to it than the waxed canvas I’ve been getting from AL Frances on Etsy. Rather than jump right in to a new bag project, I decided to make something small, first, to see how I liked the fabric. I made a zippered pouch that ended up being a mashup of a couple of different patterns: the Waxed Canvas Travel Bag from the Bernina website (sans embroidered monogram), and the Open Wide Zippered Pouch pattern from Noodlehead. Both patterns result in similar bags, differing only in the route they take to get there.

Once again, I was frustrated by the fact that I did not have the zipper length called for in the Bernina pattern, which was a 16”. I have 10”, 12”, 14”, 18”, 20”, and 22” metal zippers, but no 16” zippers. I used a 14” Tim Holtz zipper—which ended up being long enough—and two colors of the Klum House Waxed Canvas:

The interior is some of my precious Tim Holtz dictionary fabric from the stash:

I am glad I made a small bag, first, before jumping in and making a bigger bag. I am not sure I would use the Klum House canvas for a purse or tote. It just isn’t as substantial as the AL Frances canvas, even though both are listed as being 10 ounce canvas. Normally, if I were using a lighter fabric for a bag exterior, I would interface it to beef it up a bit, but waxed canvas doesn’t really lend itself to being interfaced. In that case, interfacing the lining can add some structure. This lining was interfaced with Woven Fuse (similar to Pellon SF101). That helps some. I need a bag that can take a beating, though.

I sewed the pouch on the Necchi industrial, but that was almost overkill. The Klum House canvas is light enough that I probably could have sewn most of the bag on my Janome. I wouldn’t try that with the other waxed canvas. The Klum House canvas is also “waxed” with a different formulation, a combination of petroleum jelly, mineral oil, and paraffin rather than beeswax. It feels a tad more oily to me.

Perhaps this sounds like I don’t like the Klum House canvas—I do, but I think it’s important to note that it behaves differently than the waxed canvas I am used to working with. I likely will stick to making small bags with it, although it occurred to me (at 3 o’clock in the morning) that it would also make nice bias binding for a bag like the Noodlehead Campfire Messenger Bag.

We rigged up the Coolaroo shade yesterday afternoon so we could sit on the porch, hanging it from a couple of hooks that hold my windchimes and the hummingbird feeders. The husband will hang it properly from the porch framing today, but I was happy to see that it did the job it was intended to do. Not only did it keep the porch cooler, but I appreciated the extra shade while I was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Birdies, Part 2

The hummingbirds are back in full force. All of them. Our friend Smokey stopped by to get eggs yesterday. He and I were sitting on the porch, visiting, when one of the females flew over to the feeder. An hour or two later, when the husband got home, he and I were sitting out there and both males showed up. The hummers were busy zooming back and forth through the porch and I commented that I really should be careful what I wish for. I can’t wear pink or red shirts when I work in the garden because to them, I look too much like a flower.

I also watched a couple of woodpeckers for a few minutes on my way out to water seedlings. A female has been hanging out near the path to the greenhouse, but yesterday there were two. They had positioned themselves on either side of a tree and looked—and sounded—like they were having a conversation back and forth.

I miss the birds during the winter.

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The National Needlework Association—TNNA—announced this week that it is suspending operations as of today. That news came as rather a shock to me, but I’ve been out of the loop for a number of years now. The organization has had declining membership and poor attendance at its trade shows in recent years, and I think the coronavirus situation amplified those problems. I attended several TNNA shows when they were in Columbus, Ohio, because it was easy to coordinate them with visits to my mother in Cleveland. I have fond memories of seeing and visiting with fellow knitting designers there. (Hi Kate and Joy!)

I do wonder what will be left standing when all of this is over.

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I have an appointment scheduled with my naturopath next week. I see him twice a year, and the week before my appointment, I always go in for a blood test so he can make sure my thyroid levels are appropriate. When I got to the office yesterday, I found the door locked with a sign that instructed patients to call the office number. I did that. A nurse came out, took my temperature, asked me a series of questions, and then said I could come in. Everyone had masks on. (I was wearing mine, too.) They checked me in, took several tubes of blood, and sent me on my way. My visit with the doctor will be via telephone, which is fine. He has been my doctor for almost 15 years now and these visits are mostly to make sure everything is stable. I am down to a small dose of thyroid hormone 2-3 times a week.

Because I was already out and about, I went to Costco, after driving through the parking lot to see how busy they were (not very). Most people were wearing masks there, too. I did a quick resupply of everything we’ve gone through in the past two months and was in and out in less than 30 minutes.

And I stopped at the nearby quilt store to pick up some border fabric for the neutrals quilt—I don’t have enough of any one fabric in the stash—and more Aurifil thread. They also had a sign on the door requesting that customers wear masks. A large pump bottle of hand sanitizer was on the counter for customers to use. I really don’t want these stores to go out of business, so I am trying to do my part to keep them open.

I bought another byAnnie travel bag pattern:

I am dreaming of the day when I can take a road trip again.

Birdies

We are now seven days from chicks possibly hatching, so I went through and candled all the eggs. I put 25 eggs in the incubator two weeks ago, and I am pretty sure that all of them except four have chicks inside. I’ve never done this before, so I could be completely clueless, but the difference between the eggs that were clearly not fertilized and the ones that look like they are is rather stark. I could even see blood vessels inside some of them.

[I did major in biology in college, so I can’t be that clueless.]

I would be beyond thrilled with that many chicks. A percentage of them are going to be roosters; I do not know how to sex chicks and have no plans to learn because it isn’t going to make a bit of difference until they are older, by which time it will be obvious. We’ll get this first batch to the point where they can go into the separate area of the coop and reassess. I might incubate another couple dozen in a few months so we get enough layers. Too many chickens is not going to be a problem given the current predictions about the food supply.

The robins have begun staking their claims on prime porch rafter real estate (that sound you hear is me sighing at the thought of having to keep a dog away from fledging babies):

I am a bit concerned about the hummingbirds. I heard their telltale buzzing right on schedule at the end of March—I always hear them before I actually see them—but then we got a couple of spring storms with snow and cold temps, and I haven’t heard or seen any since. I hope nothing happened to them.

We had a hailstorm Monday night and it went down to 27 degrees overnight. I was afraid the hoops might have taken a beating, but they were fine and the corn seedlings still look good. Whew.

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I put a narrow dark brown print border on the neutrals quilt:

And there it has stalled. I auditioned half a dozen border layouts with the extra QSTs and squares and wasn’t happy with any of them so I abandoned that idea. I’ll add another, wider border in a lighter print and call this good. Those leftover QSTs can become a wallhanging or get used in another project.

I thoroughly decimated my supply of browns and neutrals with this quilt. I didn’t have a lot to start with—I tend to collect blues and hot pinks—so I will have to make a concerted effort to bulk up on those colors.

I knocked out another batch of masks yesterday and cleaned up my work area. It’s time to start on some bag projects, I think.

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I ran across a very interesting piece put out by the Strategic Sewing and Quilting Summit, which appears to be a new-ish non-profit dedicated to growing the quilting and sewing industry. From their website:

Our industry doesn’t work together to grow the end consumer. We want to change that. Retail, environmental, and digital challenges are the new normal. Together, we can develop an industry strategy to grow in a changing world. How do we work together to grow the end consumer?

The Strategic Sewing & Quilting Summit was founded as a non-profit dedicated to achieving consumer growth through collaboration of key leaders in the sewing and quilting industry. Through this initiative, we as an industry can, collectively, develop our strategic plan for growth.

The in-person Summit was canceled because of the lockdown; organizers are hoping to reschedule it at some point in the future. This group did a small, informal survey of contacts during the week of April 15, 2020, about how the virus has impacted the industry. It’s not comprehensive, certainly—only ninety-two respondents participated—but it does align with some of the same things I am seeing and hearing. Specifically:

• The report notes that this is a key moment for brick-and-mortar stores. Those that also have an online presence are able to pivot and adjust, although online sales do not necessarily make up for the loss of in-person sales. Both of our local quilt stores have significant social media presences and online shopping. The Quilting Bee, in Spokane, for all that it is a huge store, has a website but no e-commerce. I wonder how this shutdown has impacted them.

• Entry-level sewing machines, elastic, and basic fabric sales are strong, and in some cases have not kept up with demand. The report noted that “Retailers have faced a staggering number of requests for elastic, that often overshadows their ability to serve all customers. Many have reported they have or could spend more than 50% of their time on answering the question, “Do you have elastic?”

• Loss of in-store classes has been a huge hit to revenue streams. Again, I am thinking of The Quilting Bee in Spokane, which relied heavily on in-store classes.

• Designers and teachers have seen a decrease in income because of the cancellation of classes, conferences and retreats.

• “Retailers that sell and service sewing machines are reporting an overwhelming number of calls for service on old machines previously left in the closet.” How about that.

• Demand for new fabric collections is down. Spring Quilt Market—when many stores place orders for fall delivery of new lines—was canceled this year. Personally, I don’t think this is a bad thing only from the perspective that flooding the market with new fabric lines every quarter was a bit much, so if that gets scaled back a bit, I’m not sure that’s a negative.

As with any kind of industry shift—no matter what the driver happens to be—there will be new opportunities even as old paradigms fall apart. Lots of people are sewing now who weren’t before. Will they continue to do so?

Not Suitable for Masks

We are in for a string of nice days and periodic rain showers—perfect spring weather, as far as I am concerned. I planted the rest of the corn yesterday and have a few seedlings left over to share with friends. I’ve put in four 25’ rows of corn, so if we don’t get corn this year, it won’t be for lack of trying. The cowpeas need to go out soon. Cathy said she would take some, too, so we’ll see how they do in her garden versus mine.

The husband burned several of the slash piles we stacked from the windstorm in March, including two in the pig pasture. They had dried out enough that they burned hot and fast. The pile in the herb garden was still too wet to burn well, so that will have to wait a few days.

Most of the masks I’ve made have gone to my neighbor, Theresa, who lives across the road. Her daughter is a nurse in California. Theresa sends the masks to her daughter who shares them with the other nurses in her unit. They have been so appreciative. I worked on another batch of masks for them last night and then went stash diving to see what other fun prints I had. I found this:

I stared at it for a few seconds and then it dawned on me that this looks just like all the illustrations of the coronavirus that I’ve seen. I have no idea where it came from. The selvedge says only “An original screenprint by Richloom Designs.”

I am not going to use this for masks. This virus doesn’t need any more notoriety.

I also played around a bit with the large Drunkard’s Path die. I was pleased to find out that a fat quarter is perfect for cutting two layers with just a narrow strip left over. I have lots of fat quarters and I think this will be a good way to use them. Also, sewing the larger circles together is much easier than sewing the smaller version of this block.

I really need to get off this quilt-making kick. I need to make some bags. And T-shirts.

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Last fall, I splurged and bought a new down comforter and duvet cover for our bed from Nordstrom. The comforter we had on the bed was 25 years old and really needed to be replaced. The new one is so thick, though, that it’s too hot to sleep under now. I took it off and replaced it with a quilt—one I bought from Lands’ End many years ago—but the quilt slides off the bed every night.

Arrrggghh.

I ordered a lightweight down “blanket” and duvet cover and we’ll try that instead of the quilt.

When I was growing up, I slept on feather pillows every night. I am pretty sure the feathers came from my Grandma Gargus’s geese. I still have those pillows, and now I have two more that my mother found and sent to me when she was cleaning her house. I miss sleeping on feather pillows. I’ve never been able to find any that I liked as much as the ones I had when I was a kid. I’m kicking around the idea of cleaning the four pillows that I have and consolidating them into two pillows (I like very firm pillows).

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Montana is “open for business” again as of today. I plan to continue my social distancing, however, at least for a few more weeks. I only need to visit the feed store and the grocery store every so often. I could stand to make a Costco run, but I am trying to wait as long as possible to do that.

Quilt Layout Evolution

I spent some time this week playing around with the block layout from that Sugar Pine quilt I mentioned a few blog posts ago. That quilt featured alternating quarter-square triangles and squares. In the pattern, the designer mentioned that she also alternated the placement of “light” and “medium/dark” squares by row.

I started by making a bunch of blocks and laying them out in the same configuration. I kept things simpler by sticking with one color family.

All fabrics came from the stash and included everything from the light background prints in the quarter-square triangles to the black prints, some of which were made into QSTs and some into squares. However, I felt like the black squares were talking too loudly in the layout:

Sometimes a B&W photo is helpful:

I made two adjustments. First, I pulled all the black squares and set them aside. I left the black QSTs, because I felt they added a bit of flavor. Next, I pulled all the “light” QSTs in the alternating “light” rows and replaced them with medium/dark QSTs, and a “square in a square'“ pattern emerged.

I decided I liked this better. It isn’t the same layout as the original Sugar Pine design, but that layout seemed too amorphous to me. I liked this design enough to sew it together:

Scrappy but cohesive. I think it does need borders. I tend to avoid borders only because I think they require a separate quilting pattern from the center, and sometimes I don’t want to work that hard. However, I have a pile of QSTs left over. I’d like to incorporate them into some kind of border instead of putting them into the orphan blocks box.

I’ll play around with this a bit more, but I picked up my large Drunkard’s Path die on Friday and I am itching to experiment with some circles.

I also put grommets in the sunshade:

I spaced them roughly 12” on-center (can you tell I am married to a builder?), although I suggested to the husband that he not measure too carefully because I might have fudged a bit. This is a sunshade, not a quilt destined for a competition. He will get the hooks put up and then I can hang this and determine where to put the hem.

The Circle Series

My mother-in-law, Mala Burt, had many different careers in her life—jewelry-maker, family therapist, travel agent—but she spent much of her retirement time writing. Together with her writing partner, Laura Ambler, she created the play The Santa Diaries, which has been produced and put on by community theatre groups in Indiana, Minnesota, Maine, Tennessee, and Maryland. She also wrote a romance novel trilogy set on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia, where she and my father-in-law had a vacation home for 15 years. She published the first two books (Circle of Secrets, Circle of Magic) several years ago and had just finished the third one, Circle of Spirits, at the time of her death in March.

Laura Ambler has honored Mala’s request to complete the publication of the third book. It is available as an e-book on Amazon for $0.99, along with the two original books in the series. All three are to be published in hard copy, as well. If you are longing for a tropical escape, this might be the series that takes you there! (The husband and I spent a week in St. Lucia and I went there again with the girls and my in-laws in 2005. It is a magical place.)

Here are the links to the books:

Book 3: Circle of Spirits 

Book 2: Circle of Magic 

Book 1: Circle of Secrets 

If you enjoy them, please leave a review at Amazon or Goodreads. Thanks!

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A couple of lines of storms came through yesterday bringing thunder, lightning, and rain. We may get a few more showers today, but then a high pressure system is supposed to move in. That will bring sunshine and warm temps, which is nice, but I’d almost rather have more rain at this point. May and June are typically our rainiest months. If we don’t get enough moisture then, we go into fire season with a severe deficit.

I am going to venture out today to pick up my Accuquilt die. The correct size finally came in at the quilt store. I paid for it when I ordered it, so they will have it waiting for me to pick up. I’m excited to try out some design ideas with this die. I’ve also got another quilt top close to being ready to assemble.

Archaeological Church Dig

Our pastor has been keeping himself busy at the church by cleaning out cabinets and organizing what he finds. A few days ago, he sent me an e-mail saying he had found some sewing stuff in the office and did I want to come look at it? (I am the current president of the Mennonite Women/sewing group so that falls under my job description.) I popped over to the church yesterday morning to see what he had unearthed. Margaret, no doubt you will recognize some of this stuff. If you—or anyone else from church—knows more about these items, let me know. For now, they are stored in the sewing room.

There were two winder-type thingies that I thought might be for reeling binding. This one has “Mennonite Central Committee” and an address on it:

Our pastor says he remembers, as a child, tearing up sheets and winding them into balls to be used as bandages. Maybe that was this object’s purpose?

The ubiquitous button tin, although this one originally held bandages and not cookies:

And quilt block templates:

I found these most intriguing as they appeared to be made from some very heavy, very coarse-grit sandpaper. Did that come from the sawmill that used to be in this area? The sandpaper would have helped keep the template from sliding around on the fabric. Nowadays, we use mostly rotary cutters, rulers, and mats to cut quilt blocks. This is old-school quilting, for sure.

Also in the box of items were two bags, one containing packages of bias tape—and some 1/4” elastic—and one containing short lengths of ribbon. Arlene Johnson, there was a book with your name on it with some designs I suspect may have been used for appliqué. If you would like it back, let me know, although after this long, you may not be missing it, LOL.

The pastor tells me there is another box with Mennonite Women records dating back to the 1950s in it. I will get that out one of these days and sort through it.

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It’s been raining steadily since last evening and that is a welcome sound on the metal roof. I can’t work outside today, so I am going to cook down a couple of chickens for stock and attack some paperwork. My supervisor from my medical transcription job e-mailed me yesterday with an update. Apparently, one of the doctors is leaving the clinic and another one is retiring at the end of the month. The two of them made up about 40% of the work in the queue. She wanted me to know that the clinic probably wouldn’t have enough work to bring me back on board, so it appears I am retired once more. I don’t need the work, but I enjoyed it and will miss it.

I guess it’s time to make long-term plans again so that the universe can screw them up for me. That has certainly been the theme for 2020 thus far. Do I sound bitter? I’m not, really—just getting weary of the constant upheaval. I’m not lacking for tasks to keep me busy around here, but I do better with some benchmarks to aim for.

Our governor, Steve Bullock, announced phased re-openings for Montana beginning this weekend. I have no plans to rush back out into public even though I’d really like to see my kids. I can wait a few more weeks—or even a month or two—for a road trip. This is such a difficult balancing act. Montana is so dependent upon tourism that for the state to stay closed for a season would be devastating, but I hope we are not invaded by people fleeing other areas.

Dismantling the Herb Garden

I decided to deal with the herb garden by burning it down. The bed in the center is an 8’ x 8’ square. I took the pavers out of it, stacked them outside the fence, and relocated a few of the plants that I wanted to keep. Nothing ever stayed where it was supposed to in that garden, so if I need anything else, I’m sure I’ll find seedlings in the other beds. I raked all of the dead plants into the center bed and piled what was left of the rotted bed edgings (logs) on top. We’ll burn it this weekend. Except for the pile of debris in the center, the whole area looks much cleaner now. 

I did have a chocolate mint plant in that garden that I’d like to find and keep, but I am still hunting for it. 

At least one egg in the incubator has an embryo inside. I am trying not to handle the eggs unnecessarily, but I did take one out and candle it yesterday at day 7 (with two weeks to go). The incubator has 25 eggs in it. We’ll see what I get. 

We are supposed to get some significant rain today and tomorrow, which is most welcome. Stuff is catching on fire here that shouldn’t be, at least not this early. An eight-acre wildfire broke out near one of the ski resorts yesterday. 

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My order of waxed canvas from Klum House arrived yesterday:

I ordered from them because the supplier I had been buying from—AL Frances Textiles on Etsy—has become so popular that they are constantly sold out. 

I was a bit surprised at what I found when I took these out of the box. Not unhappy, just surprised. This waxed canvas is quite different from the AL Frances waxed canvas. The product specs on the Klum House website indicate that this is 100% Better Cotton Initiative certified cotton canvas sourced from Scotland and the US and waxed with a blend of petroleum jelly, mineral oil, and paraffin. It is listed as being 10-12 oz—the same as the AL Frances waxed canvas—but this is a much tighter, finer weave and the fabric does not feel quite as substantial. It is, however, quite evenly saturated with the wax. That was one of my gripes with the AL Frances waxed canvas as I had gotten a couple of pieces that weren’t waxed very thoroughly. (They use Texas beeswax on theirs.)

I’ll report back after I make a bag or two with this. 

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I’m trying very hard to give myself permission to play and experiment with some quilt ideas without always having an end product in sight. I find it odd that I am having so much trouble with this considering that I was very much a process knitter, not a product knitter. Apparently, I am a product quilter, not a process one. 

However, this quilt pattern, from the book Fresh Family Traditions, by Sherri McConnell, has been driving me nuts ever since I bought the book a few years ago. 

I love the design, but I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out what, exactly, it is that I love. Is it the block? Is it the layout? Is it the fabric/color combination? And once I figure out what “it” is, can I bring that forward into a quilt of my own?

What I don’t love are the instructions. Part of my frustration with deconstructing this design centers around the fact that it’s a sort of scrappy quilt made up, as the designer notes, with fabrics from several Moda fabric lines (Sew Mama Sew and various Urban Chiks fabrics) as well as some favorite vintage fabrics from her stash. The Sew Mama Sew line is one of the few lines, I think, that had more than one production run because it was so popular. I’m not sure why book publishers even specify fabric lines in patterns given that by the time the book is published, the line may no longer be available. And yes, I am well aware that knitting patterns suffer from the same problem.

The cutting instructions are vague, at best, and specify only total yardage—a useless metric, in my opinion, when using this many different fabrics—and only color values of light, medium, and dark. The designer gives one critical hint in the assembly instructions when she notes that she alternated the layout of medium/dark prints with light prints. Indeed, if you look at the quilt, you can see that rows 1, 3, 5, etc. have the “darker” shades. The problem is that value is relative. A medium value color can look dark when placed next to something lighter than itself and light when placed next to something darker than itself. I would argue that there are very few actual “dark” fabrics in this design. I think they are mostly medium and light prints, and it’s their placement next to something else that determines which category they fall into. 

The one saving grace of this design is that the layout is ridiculously simple: quarter-square triangles alternating with plain squares. I’ve already got a chunk of my own version laid out so I can get a better idea of what is going on, and I’ll talk more about it in a future blog post. 

The Garden Grows

We planted potatoes on Saturday. On Sunday, the husband raked up and burned debris around the garden and we assembled two hoops for the corn. I put the Painted Mountain and some of the Montana Cudu corn out under one of the hoops. It was 27 degrees when I woke up yesterday morning and the corn appeared to be nice and toasty inside the hoop:

The heavier row cover makes a big difference. Lows are only supposed to get down to the mid-30s (at most) for the next week. The corn should be okay under the row cover for the remainder of the spring. The husband reminded me that we can always put a concrete blanket over top of the row cover if it looks like we’ll get any really low temps.

I am waiting to plant the corn under the second hoop because I want to make sure that a ground squirrel does not come through and hoover up the seedlings. (I still have seed left and could replant if that happens, but at that point, it would be a full-out war on ground squirrels.) I don’t think corn seedlings are as tasty as cabbage seedlings, though.

Several of our neighbors have also seen the fox. Theresa, who lives across the street from us, opened her back door one night and it was standing on her porch. Perhaps it has a den with kits somewhere?

I planted peas yesterday morning. The husband built a sturdy permanent trellis for them last year. I grow a shelling variety called “Alaska" and they have always produced well. The currants have started leafing out and the raspberries are not far behind. I am very pleased with the progress of the big garden this year. It helps to make up for the destruction in the herb garden, which looks like a bomb went off in there. I need to get back to cleaning that up.

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The grommets arrived:

While looking for an online supplier that had grommets in stock in the size I needed with reasonable shipping times, I ran across this kit. It had everything I needed in one box. I discussed appropriate grommet spacing and hanging options with the husband last night during our daily debriefing. I’ll set the grommets and he’ll take care of hanging the shade, and we can cross that project off the list.

I’m still working on masks. DD#2 asked me to make her some black ones to coordinate fashionably with her wardrobe. I made those and sent them with some potholders yesterday. She also asked me to make her a pouch to hold her resuable straws. The Canvas Pencil Pouch, which is a free Noodlehead/Anna Graham pattern, should work nicely. Anna has also released a couple of bag patterns recently. I have more waxed canvas on order so I can make myself a bag for this summer.

And I started something new:

Neutrals are so not my colors, but this is coming together nicely and I want to see where it goes. The pattern is ridiculously simple, made up of quarter-square triangles alternating with 5” squares.

Spuds and Thread

I am chatty this week.

The back door cold front predicted for yesterday morning did not materialize beyond a few stiff breezes. The husband and I got all the potatoes planted. I took the hoops down off the lettuce—it can fend for itself now—and will move the hoops in anticipation of getting the corn seedlings out under some heavier row cover this week. This is a gamble, yes, but the seedlings are 8” tall now and they can’t stay in the greenhouse much longer.

Deciding when to plant inside based on when seedlings can go outside is still something I have trouble doing accurately. Then again, there are so many variables. I try to aim for Memorial Day as the outside planting date and work backward. If we luck out and get a warmish spring, though, it’s nice to be able to take advantage of the extra growing time.

The husband said he found a fresh ground squirrel tunnel in the garden. I need to get the .22 out and have it ready. I’m not doing all this work to feed rodents.

We had a fox in the yard yesterday morning. I was on my way out to the chicken coop when I saw something run out from behind the woodshed in the direction of the coop. At first, I thought it might be a coyote, but it wasn’t very big. A bit later, when I headed out to the greenhouse to check on seedlings, it ran out of the woods and across the path in front of me and I could see that it was a fox. I am sure it was hoping for a free chicken meal. I’d be happy to let it stay here if it would eat some ground squirrels.

The husband says that one of the Barred Rocks caught a mouse in the coop the other night. Perhaps we need a house chicken (both of us are allergic to cats). The spring invasion of mice has already started. I have to check the traps every day.

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The positive/negative quilt blocks went into time out. I’ll revisit that project again in the future. I was in a post-project slump after finishing that Candy Coated quilt—the recipient was very appreciative—and needed a quick, instant-gratification project. Donna Jordan, of Jordan Fabrics, did a YouTube video on the Moda Love Quilt. This is a free pattern and is written to be used with 10” squares, 5” squares, or 2-1/2” squares. The larger squares, obviously, make a quilt. The charm squares make a wall hanging. The little squares make a 12” block.

I went stash diving and pulled out an old, old charm square pack of a line called Heidi, from Laura Ashley. I’ve had this forever and it seemed like a good time to use it. The background is a remnant of Kona Bone from the stash. I ended up with a very nice 32” square wall hanging:

I haven’t decided yet if I will put a border on this. That would make it big enough to be a baby quilt. And now that I know how easily this goes together, I might use one of my layer cakes to make the quilt size.

My order of quilting thread arrived from the store in Spokane:

From left to right, front to back, I got Linen, Blush, Parchment, and Pearl. Those are all neutral enough to cover my needs. I’ve tried a couple of different threads, including some polyester ones, and I keep coming back to the Signature thread. I just like the way it quilts up.

Excitement in the Neighborhood

We had an eventful day yesterday. I had gone out to the greenhouse mid-morning to turn off the propane heater and noticed that the neighbor whose property backs up onto our pig pasture at the far west end was burning a couple of big slash piles. He lost quite a few trees in that big windstorm last month. He had a small excavator out there to help manage the piles. Technically, it is still open burning season, but people are expected to check air quality and wind conditions and use common sense.

About half an hour later, our fire department got paged out for a tree on fire at that address. I grabbed my phone and started walking in that direction, calling the fire chief as I went. He had acknowledged the page and I figured he would appreciate some first-hand intel. I saw what was happening as soon as I got to the garden.

A tree was indeed on fire:

The homeowner had called it in. Within a few minutes, our neighbor Mike, who is also on the fire department, brought the wildland truck from the station around the corner, and then another responder came with another engine. They cut the tree down and the homeowner added it to the slash pile.

I think there were at least half a dozen calls for rural fire departments to respond to out-of-control grass fires yesterday. It’s still windy, and one strong breeze is all that is required for a fire to get out of hand.

I am hoping we have a rainy May and June, because a bad fire season on top of everything else that is happening is the very last thing we need.

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I am trying to do my part to support local fabric businesses. I ordered some fabric from Jordan Fabrics because I have enjoyed watching their YouTube videos. I ordered four cones of 40wt quilting thread—finally, some beige!—from Heartbeat Quilting in Spokane. I’ve been trying, since January, to order an Accuquilt die through one of the quilt stores here, but that’s been an exercise in frustration, and it isn’t really the store’s fault. I want the Drunkard’s Path die that makes the 7” block. I have the Drunkard’s Path dies that make the 3-1/2” and 4” blocks. The store didn’t have the larger die in stock but they are more than willing to order for customers, so I asked them back in January to order that one for me. By the time I got back in there, after the situation with my MIL, it was the first week of March. They had the die, but Accuquilt had sent one of the small ones that I already own. The store owner was very apologetic and said she would re-order it. I went ahead and paid for it, and the woman who was helping me verified which die I wanted from the catalog. About a week ago, I remembered that I hadn’t heard from them. When I contacted the store and talked to the owner, she said that yes, the die had come in but it was again the wrong size. She had called Accuquilt and talked to them and was trying to get them to ship the correct die.

The husband says this is the kind of stuff that drives him straight to Amazon’s website when he needs something. I get it, but I don’t think this is the store’s fault. I rather expected that Accuquilt would do a better job of supporting its dealers. In any case, the owner of the store thinks the die will come in this week and I can stop by and pick it up. I’ve already paid for it, so they can leave it curbside for me if I let them know when I’ll be there.

I also went ahead and bought a set of feet for the Juki serger that includes the elasticator foot. I anticipate making more knit tops for myself, so I might as well have it:

The other feet are the cording foot and the blind hem foot.

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My mother cleaned her kitchen and sent me this book:

I was good this year and did not plant the entire packet of zucchini seeds, although we still don’t need 12 plants. I’ll find homes for the extras.

Making a Sunshade

I sewed a batch of masks yesterday morning while watching a BBC documentary series on Henry VIII. History was not something I studied much in school, and I am enjoying learning about all sorts of stuff while I sew. I can’t just sit and watch TV without doing something else at the same time.

After lunch, I tackled the sunshade project. Being able to spread the fabric out on the floor of the new shop was great. I mentioned to the husband that it would be nice to have a sewing machine out there too, at which point he got that deer in the headlight look of terror that his wife might try to invade his new shop. In my defense, I would be happy to move my sewing stuff out to the old garage, but the place where I need to work is still occupied by stuff he hasn’t had time to move over to the new shop. Hopefully that will happen soon, because I would like to get my other industrial treadle out of the storage container and set up to use.

I took my big rotary cutter, my 24” long ruler, and an old mat with me to the new shop and squared up the piece of fabric I had cut off the roll. I turned under a 3” hem on each selvedge edge and secured it with large Wonder Clips (some of the best things ever invented, in my opinion):

Then I hauled the whole thing inside to my office to sew the hems on my Necchi industrial:

The sewing went very easily—the fabric is a plastic-y mesh and the Necchi had zero trouble with it. By far, the hardest part was wrangling 99 square feet of fabric through the machine. Once the side hems were done, I turned under a double hem at the top 3-1/2” deep—that’s where the grommets will go—and sewed that. I’ll wait to do the bottom hem until the shade is hung up and I can measure it.

I called my friend Tommy, who does auto upholstery and has the Singer 78-1 that I borrow periodically, to discuss grommets with him. He suggested I just get large grommets from Joanns and use those. My friend Scott, who sent me the Coolaroo fabric, also weighed in with a couple of helpful pics showing the grommets he used on his shade.

I’ll source the proper size grommets and get those installed, and hopefully finish this shade project in the next couple of weeks.

During our daily debriefing last night, the husband and I discussed how, even though this situation sucks for a whole lot of people, employment-wise, and we need to acknowledge that, it may also provide a lot of opportunities for new work to open up. I belong to a Facebook group that has been a huge source of inspiration to me in the past month simply because the members of that group—some of whom lost their primary source of income because of the shutdown—are constantly brainstorming about how to start side hustles, turn side hustles into more stable income streams, and be creative about eliminating debt. It’s a group of people who look for new opportunities and who get things done. I enjoy being part of it.

I also had a long talk with DD#2 yesterday afternoon. She is frustrated by some of the people she works with—one person in particular—who aren’t pitching in and pulling their weight. (That apple didn’t fall far from the tree, did it?) I told her that situations like this are when companies see who is worth keeping and who isn’t, and the person who is slacking may find herself without a job when this is all over. If DD#2 continues to show up and do more than is expected, as my kids tend to do anyway, that may also be noticed and rewarded.

In other news, Cathy is going to take some of the cowpea seedlings. I am curious to see how they do at her house versus up here. My friend Marcie has a Hubbard squash seedling for me and I’m going to give her a sage plant and some of the seedlings I started. It’s good to spread the plant genetic material around.

Cleaning and Mending

I started on the living room as soon as the husband left for work yesterday morning. All the slipcovers, window valances, insulated curtains, and dog bed covers went into the wash. Furniture got moved, floors vacuumed and mopped, baseboards and window trim wiped down, everything on the mantel washed, and when I was done, I put it all back together in reverse. The insulated curtains and tension rods went into storage until next fall.

I also mended the slipcovers on the sofa and loveseat. I don’t want to replace the covers because they weren’t cheap and still have years of use left in them, but there is elastic at the back that has stretched out and made the covers droopy. (It was not very high-quality elastic to begin with.) I decided that while they were off the furniture, I’d just go ahead and fix the elastic. Replacing the entire length of elastic would have involved more surgery than I was willing to undertake, but I was able to cut the old elastic off and splice new, heavy-duty elastic (from the stash, of course) in its place. I attached the new elastic with three parallel lines of stretch zig-zag to make sure it would hold, and I’m very happy with the result. The slipcovers fit nicely again with no droopy spots. Yay.

The window valances are looking a bit faded. I bought those about 10 years ago, but I doubt I’d be able to find anything else of similar quality now. Making new ones will go on the list of things to do next winter.

I spent most of the day cleaning, so I haven’t yet worked on the porch shade. I need to bang out another batch of masks this morning and then I’ll work on the shade. I’m also planning to deliver the Candy Coated quilt to its new owner.

Eggs are in the incubator:

I will check them in a week to see which ones are viable.

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I am going to make some comments on the current state of things, so feel free to skip this part if you want.

I heard it said a few days ago that “Nuance is a dead language.” That pretty well sums up the mood in this country. It’s virtually impossible for people to see things other than in black and white. It requires extra effort to consider points of view that don’t fit neatly into our preferred narratives. I am not sure when we stopped being willing to put forth that effort, but we did, and we’re all the poorer for it.

Social media is a two-edged sword. Podcast host Amy Dingmann, of A Farmish Kind of Life, has had some really good commentary about social media lately. She noted that she got to the point where she had to remove social media from her phone, only checking it a couple of times a day on her office computer. The atmosphere had become too toxic. Unfortunately, for those of us running small businesses, disconnecting from social media isn’t always practical, and when she discovered that removing those apps from her phone meant people who needed to reach her sometimes couldn’t, she reinstalled them, but with tighter filters.

I ran across this piece this morning, and it’s worth reading: The Social Media Shame Machine is in Overdrive Right Now. I don’t agree with everything the author says—the libertarian in me rebels against the notion that we need some kind of authority figure to tell us what to do in order to relieve our anxiety—but she makes some great points about the misuse of social media.

One of the biggest takeaways from this whole situation, I think, is that many things can be true at the same time. I am looking at this from the perspective of someone who lives in a huge state with fewer than a million people, but who also has two kids in a major metropolitan area that has been hit hard by this virus. We just reached 400 confirmed cases in Montana with fewer than 10 deaths. Our local hospital had to furlough 600 workers this week. Can we conclude, then, that the coronavirus was a non-event? It wasn’t a non-event in Seattle, where my kids live. Or in New York City. Perhaps the fact that Montana was at the end of the curve and had time to prepare made the difference. Perhaps it’s because our population is more spread out. Perhaps we haven’t yet seen the worst of it. But it can be true that it hasn’t been as bad here but was still bad in other places.

I’ve entertained more than a few conspiracy theories in the past month. I am not quite ready to dismiss all of them as lunacy. It can be true that this virus came from the wild instead of being a bioweapon gone wrong (deliberately or accidentally). It can also be true that some government entities (see Michigan) are using this situation as an opportunity for control and overreach and that we need to be vigilant against that. (Why is it necessary to ban the sale of seeds at Wal-Mart at precisely the time they are needed to prevent food shortages down the line?) It can be true that we have a solid scientific grounding that should guide our response to this situation, and also true that this virus exhibits characteristics that are requiring us to build the plane as we fly it.

Life is risky (ask me how I know). The anxiety brought on by uncertainty is uncomfortable—sometimes unbearably so. Feeling our way through this as a society is much like walking across a field full of landmines, but I think it’s important that we don’t make the problem worse by insisting that there was one correct response to this situation and it either was or wasn’t implemented, depending on our worldview. Perhaps this would be a good time to resurrect and become fluent in that dead language.

Come back for the fluffy chick photos in a few weeks.

Light

I make it to about the middle of April every year and have to take the insulated curtains down off the windows. By that point, I cannot stand living in a cave any longer and my desire for sunlight overrides any savings we might get on our heating bill. Of course, taking down the curtains means I can see exactly how badly the living room needs to be cleaned, so that’s what I’ll be doing today.

I took the insulated curtain off the window in the laundry room, too. That room is considerably brighter now because we lost so many trees in the woods.

And while I am taking curtains off some windows, I am getting ready to make a sunshade for the porch. Some places don’t have enough light and some places have too much:

My college friend, Scott, who lives in Ohio, generously gifted me the Coolaroo mesh fabric left over from a shade he made for a pergola at his house. We have a glider rocker on the porch where the husband and I like to sit and debrief when he gets home from work. Unfortunately, by that time of day, the sun is low enough in the sky that it beats down on that section of the porch. I priced out sunshades—Wayfair has one, but it’s $600.

Unrolled, the fabric Scott sent me is 12’ wide from selvedge to selvedge. I need a piece 11-1/2’ wide and about 8’ long. My thought is to hem the sides to make the piece the proper width, then turn under a 3” hem at the top and install grommets every couple of inches. The husband can put hooks on the porch framing from which to hang the shade. I’ll hem the bottom to an appropriate length. It won’t be as fancy as the Wayfair shade—I don’t plan to install any hardware so it can be raised or lowered—but it will work for what we need.

I am going to take the fabric out to the new shop, which has plenty of room for me to lay it out for cutting. And I am pretty sure I can run up the hems on the Necchi industrial. Scott sewed his sunshade on a vintage Singer 15-91.

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I am not feeling overly anxious these days, although I know many people are. However, the unexpected shortage of chicks led me to worry about getting piglets. The one saving grace is that it is a lot harder to go from 0 to 60 on pig production than it is for egg production, so fewer people are going to try pigs for the first time this year. However, the supplier we used to use tended to over-promise and under-deliver and finally stopped selling pigs altogether. We didn’t do pigs last year for that reason, and I knew we needed to find a replacement supplier. We’re sort of competing with the 4-H kids, who in recent years have switched from the old standby Chester Whites to the heritage breeds like Durocs and Berkshires, which are what we get. The kids have to have their pigs finished out by the fair in August and we don’t send ours for processing until October, so we can wait a few weeks for later litters.

Cathy gave me the name of a woman she knows who raises pigs. I called yesterday and was able to reserve six piglets for delivery at the beginning of June. She is getting bred sows from a Hutterite colony east of the mountains. These will either be York/Duroc crosses or Landrace/Duroc crosses, either of which is fine with us. We’ll keep a couple for ourselves and sell the others.

We missed having pigs last year. It will be good to have them on pasture again.

When we first started raising chickens and pigs, I followed the Chicken Thistle Farm CoopCast. (The back episodes are chock full of great information and still worth a listen even though they go back several years.) It was produced by a young couple in western New York. Farming was not their primary source of income, though, and it took so much time that they got a bit burnt out. Their listening audience was devastated when they stopped podcasting. A few months ago, Andy—the husband half of the duo—started dropping hints that something new was coming, and last week, he posted a couple of videos on their YouTube channel.

This one in particular was interesting, because he talks about economies of scale and how it’s easier to scale up than scale down, at least where animals are concerned.

The husband concurs, and says that the difference between raising four pigs and six pigs is negligible. We won’t breed our own pigs, though. We don’t have adequate winter shelter for them, for one thing, and the task of doing the artificial insemination would fall to yours truly. I could do it, but I’m not excited about the idea. I do much better with plants than animals, honestly. (The first batch of eggs is in the incubator.)

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I finished quilting the most recent Candy Coated quilt yesterday morning and attached the binding. Now I just have to sew the binding down, which is a good evening activity when I want to sit for a bit. I’m not sure what sewing project is up next, but I always have masks to work on.

Egg Mama

My girls arranged a FaceTime chat Sunday afternoon. Normally, we just call or text each other. The last time we did video chats was when DD#1 was in Spain during her study abroad semester. It was so good to see them. DD#2 is still working; Nordstrom laid off the hourly staff but kept the managers on to fill web orders. DD#1 is at her fiancé’s parents’ house and is working from there. I miss my girls. We don’t usually go longer than a couple of months between visits.

I unpacked the incubator and set it up on the desk in the kitchen:

I had asked around for recommendations and eventually went with the IncuView from Incubator Warehouse. Huge shout out to them—they shipped the incubator via Priority Mail even though I had specified regular shipping.

The incubator has to “stabilize” for 12-24 hours to establish suitable humidity and temperature levels. The instructions noted that the ambient temperature of the house should be between 70 and 85 degrees. We generally keep our house at 67 during the day and 63 at night. I reprogrammed the thermostat to keep it at 70 during the day and no colder than 67 at night. I can adjust the temperature of the incubator up a bit, too.

It’s hot in here.

This past weekend’s windstorm was mostly an annoyance. I didn’t want the row cover getting whipped around by the wind, so I dropped it from the PVC pipe. The husband laid an old concrete blanket over the lettuce bed. I commented on the wisdom of the gardener (me) who had the foresight to make the lettuce bed exactly the same size as the concrete blanket.

“Everybody gets lucky sometimes,” he said. (I had no idea how big that concrete blanket was—this was a complete fluke.)

The lettuce seedlings were nice and toasty under their blanket.

I took the blanket off yesterday afternoon—it got up to 50 degrees—and put the row cover back up.

The corn is going to have to go out soon. I’ll put another hoop up with slightly heavier row covering on it for them. If necessary, we can always lay a bigger concrete blanket over the hoops themselves.

The Fast Lady Northern cowpeas had an almost 100% germination rate and look really good:

The Baker Creek cowpeas (nonspecific as to variety) came in a close second, with about a 95% germination rate. They haven’t grown as quickly, however. The Baker Creek Purple Hull Pinkeye BVR—which obviously doesn’t care for the Montana climate despite being inside a greenhouse—had an abysmal 50% germination rate. I am not even sure I’ll put those plants out in the garden.

The broccoli, cantaloupe, watermelon, and zucchini are all up, as well. The tomatoes seem to be taking their sweet old time. The plants look healthy; they just aren’t as far along as I think they ought to be. Oh well, they can’t go out for another several weeks anyway, so they have time.

I’ve quilted 3/4 of the latest Candy Coated quilt. I’m going to try to get the rest of it done this morning because I’ll probably be outside the rest of the week. This afternoon’s collection of eggs goes into the incubator. Wish me luck.

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I continue to lecture myself on abandoning certain practices after this is done. The last two times I have gone into town to get chicken feed, I’ve had to remind myself that I cannot stop at Joann Fabrics. Both our Joanns and Hobby Lobby are closed completely thanks to lobbying by some do-gooders who didn’t even want Joanns opened for curbside pickup. (You may debate amongst yourselves about what constitutes “essential services,” but I know several people who were relying on curbside pickup of fabric to make masks and isolation gowns for local facilities. Beware of unintended consequences.)

In any case, this has been an exercise in discipline. I’d like to think we were fairly disciplined to begin with, but we have moved from the theoretical into the applicable in some areas. I try to pretend that it is 1995 in Kalispell again. If it can’t be found locally, I cannot automatically default to ordering online. And some things cannot be had, even online, because they are out of stock. Part of me welcomes this paring down of the supply chain, although I don’t want it to affect people negatively who might be relying on medications and other necessities. I am convinced that we can do without some of the frippery, however.