Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Honeyberry Bonanza



Here's how it all began...

"How many honeyberries would it take to make a batch of wine?" said my friends who were at the time overwhelmed by masses of honeyberries hanging from their tall, overladen honeyberry bushes.

"I'd need about 15 pounds," I said. "What are honeyberries anyhow?"

So, here's what I learned about honeyberries from my friends. They bloom really early and the blossoms are quite frost hardy. The berries arrive early in the season, make good jam and are pretty tart.  They're purple, elongated globes with very small seeds and we have millions of them!!!

I also looked them up on Wikipedia and learned that their Latin name is Lonicera caerulea and that honeyberries are a honeysuckle deciduous shrub native throughout the cool temperate Northern Hemisphere (in other words, home sweet home).

A few days later my friends arrived with a pail of honeyberries.  "These are for you to do whatever you want," they said.  "We'll bring you some more for wine in a day or two."  And they did - three more pails, each weighing 7 pounds!  Wow! Thank-you to my good friends! So I put 15 pounds in the freezer (freezing the fruit helps extract the juice) and the rest in a big pot on the stove.

Now "honeyberry" is a bit of a misnomer because honey is not the first thing that strikes your mind when you pop one in your mouth.  They have a grape-like texture and a bit of a bite. But additional sugar, a little more than I use for rhubarb juice (which is 1 cup/litre for a concentrate that with added water makes 2 litres of very refreshing juice - a summer time favourite here), and the result was yummmmmy!  I strained off the pulp and bottled the juice for syrup, but the pulp still looked pretty good so I decided to try for fruit leather.  I simmered the pulp for a short time with some added honey, pressed it into a thin (less than 1/4 inch) layer on 2 cookie sheets on top of some parchment paper, and baked it for hours and hours at the lowest setting on my oven (170F).  I finally decided it was never going to lose its stickiness so I took it out, left it on the parchment, cut it into strips, and rolled up my leather.  Talk about delicious!  I'm storing it in the fridge, since I have no idea how long it will keep, and giving pieces to everyone that comes by.

Now I'm torn. I was planning on getting another black current bush for my berry garden but honeyberries may be a better choice. The black currents have been sporadic producers and I haven't had a lot of luck with them (ahhh but I love black current jam!).  It may be time to dig up and replace some non or poor producers in my berry garden. Next year....

Will be making the wine soon and when it's done, if it's tasty, I'll share the recipe.

Suspect Ancestry



We were relaxing at a BBQ after a long hot day in the sun. Our neighbor's little girl was trying hard not to stare at my bare feet and green toes, but not succeeding very well.

I smiled and said, "They're Hobbit feet. You know Hobbits? Like in 'The Lord of the Rings', Hobbit feet, short, square, green."

"Naa," her Dad said, "they're not Hobbit feet. Hobbits have longer toes, and their feet are hairy and really big compared to the size of their body. You definitely don't have Hobbit feet. But they are pretty weird ones."

"Girl Hobbits are different," I said, "no hair, green, smaller."

"Ahh, come on, you're not a Hobbit!".

"No, you're right, I'm not, but my great grandmother was," I said, "so I'm part. I got the feet from her I guess."

The little girl listened to all this, eyes wide, taking it all in. It's not everyone who gets to meet someone who's part Hobbit. In the end I did own up to the truth. I admitted my toes were grass stained from walking behind the mower. Nevertheless I wouldn't be surprised if she still thinks my great grandma was a Hobbit.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Barn Swallow Luck



They say having a barn swallow nest above your door is good luck. I guess I must be lucky!
The day after I took this pic these babies left the nest. Until they got good at flying they perched on my Christmas lights and waited for mom and dad to feed them. Now a new nest is being built above my front window for the next batch of babies to hatch.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

A Series of Questions


When will we ever learn?

What ever happened to unbiased media reporting? 

When did news reporting become headline grabbing sensationalism? 

How can a person trust the news when it is so obviously slanted? 

How can politicians in any country be trusted when they jump to convenient conclusions prior to getting the facts? 

How can blame for any act of terror be placed on the country that supplied the weapons when every major country in the world profits from the sale of armaments? 

Why must countries meddle in the politics of other countries, taking both overt and covert action to further their own agenda? 

Why can't an embargo be placed on the arms dealers who supply weapons of war to anyone who will pay? 

Why can't we realize that there's more than one side to every story, not just the side that promotes our own economy or ideology? 

Why do we promote endless war? 

When will we understand that God isn't on any country's side? 

How often have we discovered, years later, that we supported the wrong side of a conflict?

Must history always repeat itself?

Why can't we figure out that violence begets violence, that nothing will ever be solved by violence? 

Is there any hope for the future of the human race? 

When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn???? 

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Earth's Lament

I wrote this poem while sitting in a parking lot staring at pavement waiting for my husband.

                         Earth's Lament

I am the earth and I need to breathe,
Feel the wind through my grasses and the leaves of my trees,
Wake fresh in the morning with the dew on my chest,
Wrinkle, roll and stretch from the east to the west,
Bathe in the rain and bask in the sun,
Shine in the moonlight when my workday is done.
I am the earth and I must see the sky,
Deprive me of this, I'll get sick, I could die.

You cover me in black, build parking lots and roads,
Reshape my body for your diamonds and gold,
Draw out fluids from deep within my bowels,
Mine my skin, plug my veins, make air and water foul.
You harvest my forests and the rains fail to come;
You puzzle on this but when all's said and done
You don't change your ways or notice me crying,
I must be renewed!  I am sick, I am dying!

I am the earth and I need to breathe,
Feel the wind through my grasses and the leaves of my trees,
Wake fresh in the morning with the dew on my chest,
Wrinkle, roll and stretch from the east to the west,
Bathe in the rain and bask in the sun,
Shine in the moonlight when my workday is done.
I am the earth and I must see the sky,
Please remember these things, I don't want to die.


by Mary Lynn Tipton

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Labelling GMO's



          A group called SumOfUs.org re-sparked my interest in GMO food labelling by sending around a petition to encourage Costo to keep genetically modified fish from its shelves. This caused me to spend a few hours delving into the Internet jungle on such topics as genetically modified foods, terminator genes, patenting life, intellectual property rights, seed banks and heritage seeds. Here's some of what I found, mainly from Wikipedia.

          Genetically modified foods are foods produced from organisms that have had specific changes introduced into their DNA using the methods of genetic engineering. These techniques have allowed for the introduction of new traits as well as a far greater control over a food's genetic structure than previously afforded by methods such as selective breeding and mutation breeding.... To date, most genetic modification of foods has primarily focused on cash crops in high demand by farmers such as soybean, corn, canola, and cotton seed oil. These have been engineered for resistance to pathogens and herbicides and better nutrient profiles.

          The American Medical Association and the American Association for the Advancement of Science have opposed mandatory labelling of genetically modified food because they said there is no scientific evidence of harm.... (and) that mandatory labelling "can only serve to mislead and falsely alarm consumers".

          On the other side of the coin, some medical associations feel that: "lack of labelling denies health professionals the ability to trace potential toxic or allergic reactions to, and other adverse health effects from, genetically engineered food"

          ... opponents have objected to GM foods on several grounds, including safety issues, environmental concerns, and economic concerns raised by the fact that GM seeds (and potentially animals) that are food sources are subject to intellectual property rights owned by multinational corporations.

          Traditionally, farmers in all nations saved their own seed from year to year. However since the early 1900s hybrid crops have been widely used in the developed world and seeds to grow these crops must be purchased each year from seed producers. The offspring of the hybrid corn, while still viable, lose the beneficial traits of the parents, resulting in the loss of hybrid vigor. In these cases, the use of hybrid plants has been the primary reason for growers not saving seed, not intellectual property issues. However, for non-hybrid biotech crops, such as transgenic soybeans, seed companies use intellectual property law and tangible property common law, each expressed in contracts, to forbid farmers from saving seed. For example, Monsanto has a strong patent portfolio on its genetically modified seed, and it obligates farmers who choose to buy their seeds to sign a license agreement, agreeing that they cannot save seed from their crop to plant in successive years and can use the seed only to grow a crop that they will store or sell.

          Greenpeace International states that: Patenting of GE organisms allows industry to take control of and exploit common organisms and genetic material as exclusive private property that can be sold to or withheld from farmers, breeders, scientists and doctors. Technology agreements and fees on seeds, facilitated by patents, deprive farmers of their generations-old right to freely replant and exchange their seeds. Once a shared heritage, the gene pool of plants, animals and humans is now a commodity waiting to be bought and sold.

WHEW!

          So, should North Americans label GMO foods? Should we even stock such foods on our grocery shelves? If you recognize that the main crops already genetically modified are soybean, corn, canola, and cotton seed oil, and begin to research and recognize that derivatives of these crops are found in practically every existing  processed food product now on grocery shelves, you will begin to see that very little of what we consume has escaped genetic modification entirely. Even some non-processed foods like fruits and vegetables have been genetically modified.  A GMO label could frighten some buyers while others may not care. If people can't afford non-GMO foods (which would probably go up in price), "natural" or "organic" foods, they will go ahead and buy GMO's or avoid these products altogether. Can we say that avoidance is a good nutritional choice? Then, when you get down to the nitty gritty, aren't labels like "natural", "organic", and "free range" also just labels with a vast array of definitions used to attract health conscious individuals? Is SumOfUS's usage of the word "Frankenfood" not also a label?

What is honest about labelling? The claims made on our foods (all products for that matter) are cleverly worded to make us buy. Though they are not actual lies they are misleading to the extreme.  Knowing that the public is highly interested in healthy foods, advertisers can make almost anything appear healthy using the right wording. You can spend hours reading labels and still feel lost and confused.

It would be nice if labels were not subject to these subtle manipulations; if we could actually understand labels without holding a degree in science; if nutrition, quality and good taste were the established criteria for foods we buy rather than the producer's bottom line; if labels didn't lie by exaggeration, omission, and pseudo-scientific jargon; IF LABELS COULD BE TRUSTED - then maybe labelling GMO products would be worthwhile. At the very least it would offer us a choice. But, being a jaded skeptic, I have a feeling that GMO labelling would somehow be skewed, buried in jargon, given a different name, only required if a certain percentage of modification were present, hidden or made to appear advantageous. In no time at all we would be desensitized to the label. We are fairly easy to persuade.

Frankly I don't like the idea of eating GMO products unaware, but the most frightening aspect, I feel, of GMO's is the concept of "intellectual property rights", the patenting of life, the possibility that a multinational corporation can have control over a substance absolutely necessary for life - food. So I'm for keeping seeds, for Heritage Seed Banks, for growing as much of your own food as you can (not just us country folks - urban gardens should be the norm), for the 100 mile diet, for eating foods that are in season rather than expecting them to be available year round, for supporting farmer's markets, and for food (and water) security in all countries. My bottom line - keep the control of food out of the hands of unfeeling, uncaring, unaccountable, money grabbing corporate hogs. If labelling GMO foods will help to facilitate that, I'm all for it.



Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Please Step Over the Sleeping Dog

by Mary Lynn Tipton

for "Mike"

Please step over the sleeping dog,
His tired bones are old and sore,
Please step over the sleeping dog,
He's earned his place on the kitchen floor.

He served his master through rain and sun,
He worked his heart out all his life,
And when his master went to town
He worked as hard for his master's wife.

His hearing's gone, his eyes are dim,
His legs are weak, he's grown quite thin,
You really shouldn't bother him,
He needs his rest today.

But his ears stand up and his tail wag, wags
When he spies a bitch with her tail a'flag,
And he still drops down to a stylish crouch
When e're there's lambs and ewes about.

His kingdom is a humble farm,
His subjects sheep, their home a barn,
His barking rings a sharp alarm
When strangers come too near.

The other dogs respect his place,
They yield to him with grumbling grace,
Ewes tell their lambs about his power,
With sadness watch his final hours.

When he was young he ran for miles,
He took command, he worked with style,
But now he needs to rest awhile,
Don't push him off the couch.

The younger dogs now do his chores,
He doesn't want to work no more,
He likes a walk, a truck ride too,
But most of all, a pet from you.