Eco-change: May 2009

I’ve sworn a sacred vow to myself (this morning in the shower, where all sacred vows are sworn) to make one major change each month in my life that’s beneficial to both myself and the environment.  My change-challenge to myself for this month will be something I’ve already begun (and wrote about yesterday): stop all use of shampoo, conditioner, and detangler on my hair.  I’ll report back at the end of the month on my success. (so far, so good).

I dug up a large-ish portion of my lawn this morning to put in a veggie patch, incidentally; we’re a scant week away from this area’s last frost date! Soon, soon there will be sweet  fresh produce both grown organically and as local as it comes… I can’t wait!

Aaaaaaaaand, oh my goodness, it’s a random picture of one of my dogs!

Jack looking sheepish

(Jackalope, looking suspiciously as if he’s done something naughty… which is most likely the case)

The Amazing Maddy-powered Lawn Mower!

I’m mostly posting this because I’m really proud of myself (though it is environmentally-related);  for those who weren’t aware, I’m a huge advocate of anyone who’s physically capable of doing so using push-mowers rather than gas-powered mowers, with electric as a secondary option.  Last summer I talked Brian into buying a push-mower for our then-tiny lawn, which he used somewhat grumpily, but faithfully.  When we moved to our current house with its tremendously spacious yard, however, he announced that there was no way in crap that he was using a push mower, and if I wanted a push-mower used I would have to be the one to do it.  And then *everyone* teased me and my squishy weak arms.

But, you know what?  I did!  This morning!  It took me slightly over an hour to do our front lawn, and I’ll save the backyard for another day (my arms are *sore*), but I did it!  Go, me!!!

See?

lawnmower!

I totally would have posted a picture of me *with* the lawnmower in a heroic pose, but Brian’s gone off to the city today and so there’s no one to take the photo.  So this will have to do.

In other news, I got impatient and bought a bunch of mature herb plants this past weekend (oregano, cilantro, Italian parsley, basil, thyme, sage, peppermint, spearmint, rosemary, and, of course, lavender), which are mature enough for me to harvest and eat (and so I have!  By the way, a toasted tomato sandwich on whole wheat with mayo and fresh basil is *divine*).  They were grown in Ontario, though, so I’ve decided that it’s okay.  And tasty!

For anyone who’s starting out with fresh herbs, by the way, I came across this wonderful video on how to harvest herbs the other day.  Harvesting herbs without harming the plant is nowhere near as daunting as it might sound, is actually very good for the plant, and tasty!  Have I mentioned tasty?

Two things

Having spent the last two weeks sick and sunburnt (by the way… OUCH!), I have very little to report and I’ve done remarkably little research.  There are two developments of note, however:

1) LIFE!!!!  My mini-greenhouse has sprouted a few slow-growing veggies and some herbs!

sprouts

The tallest sprouts thus far are the broccoli, followed by the leeks. I believe the other tiny sproutlings are oregano.  I’ll leave them to sprout for another three or four days, then sort out the veggies that have successfully sprouted into an open container, and seal up my little greenhouse with the slower-to-sprout herbs and veggies for another couple weeks.

(on a related note, I’m hardening off the survivors from round one in the greenhouse; they’re quickly becoming tough, healthy little herbs)

All photos, incidentally, are taken on my cell phone, so if they look sad and lonely, it’s at least partially the quality of the photo.

Also, I had the craziest dream about my broccoli growing at unnatural speed and becoming these strange, pulsating mutant trees that were overtaking my house…

Anyway.

2)  I’ve made a big, life-changing decision:  I’m going to leave the world of Medieval religion and Anglo Saxon goodness behind me forever (at least professionally), and pursue an MES (Master of Environmental Studies).  For those who weren’t aware, I’m currently working part-time on a post-graduate degree (read: 2nd BA) in Medieval Studies, focussing on religion and literature… and while I absolutely adore Anglo Saxon culture/Old English/Religious Studies, I’ve come to realise that focus on the environment is much more important to me than studying a culture that, while certainly relevant to today’s world, really isn’t going anywhere — unlike the health of the environment and consequent health of humanity.

I’ve often felt that there were two things missing from my academic life: the feeling that I’m doing something to help people, and academic comraderie. For the latter, it’s purely selfish.  There are simply few people (and very far between) with whom I can discuss my work.  It’s lonely.  For the former (and unsurprisingly for any of you who know me in the real world), I simply want to help people.  I like for everyone to be happy and well-fed and smiling and comfortable.  I’d considered a few other careers in the past decade, and dismissed them all:  I can’t be a medical professional because I’m incredibly squeamish; I can’t become a police officer both because I’m deeply uncomfortable with power structures that can be so easily abused, and because I’m not convinced that all law is just; I can’t help by doing social work or counseling because I wouldn’t be able to separate it from my own noise.

This, however, I can do.  And, while education is incredibly important to me, it’s of no use if we’ve no clean air to breathe or clean water to drink, and we only have diseased food to eat.  So, I’m changing my life’s path; I want to save the world.

I’ve a meeting next Wednesday with an ES professor to discuss what needs to happen for me to do this.  In the meantime, I’ve gardening to do and science books to read; I’ve not touched science on any deep level since highschool!

I’m trying to not be too nervous about all this. Wish me luck!

(eep!)

Sunburns and growing seedlings

After a trip to the market today for veggies, duck eggs, meat for Brian and cheese for me (all local, or at least local-ish… I admit we did pick up some American strawberries… *ahem*), we made our first stop of the year at one of the nurseries on the outside of town.  Pickings were admittedly slim, but we found some baby lavender plants (we only bought two, as I’m still hoping to find a good supply of different varieties of lavender seeds this year; we haven’t gone to the OSC store, but if worse comes to worst, I’ll buy them online from them.  Shopping online makes me nervous, but lavender is important stuff!) and a whole bunch of OSC vegetable seeds.

Which, of course, meant that I immediately had to start a new batch of seedlings, using my Jiffy Greenhouse. This is my second attempt at mini-greenhousing… my first went reasonably well, but I’ve learned a few lessons from the first one:

1.  Leave the poor things alone to sprout.  Prodding at them isn’t going to make them sprout faster. (with apologies to the chives I accidentally unseeded, which ended up growing in a small clump of dirt that had fallen out, and which promptly died)

2. When the instructions say, “sow 2 – 3 seeds per pellet”, sow 2 – 3 seeds per pellet.   (with apologies to all the plants that I overcrowded in the early stages, many of which promptly died)

3. When the instructions say, “do not over water”, don’t over water.  (with apologies to the rosemary seedling I over watered, which promptly died)

4. Finally, when the instructions say, “gradually expose to full sunlight”, they don’t mean stick it in your sunroom for a full day, they mean gradually expose to full sunlight. (my apologies to both the oregano and dill plants, which are apparently the most tender in their youth. Those plants, incidentally, promptly died)

And so, actually following the instructions properly this time, I sowed bell pepper, broccoli, and leeks from my veggie seeds (the rest are to be sown directly outside, and I think I’ve learned something about following directions…), and sowed a second batch of thyme, oregano, sweet basil, rosemary, Italian parsley, curly parsley, and peppermint (depending on the plant, either due to the delicate state of the remaining plants or due to my percieved demand).

See?

mini-greenhouse

As well, I learned something else very important in my gardening adventures of the last few days:  if you’re going to be doing a gardening job that takes several hours, such as digging up an entire patch for your herb garden, wear sunscreen.  And a hat.  And cover yourself.  It doesn’t matter if you *think* you’re only going to be out there for an hour at mid-morning.  If you’re me, or at least like me, you’ll find yourself out there at mid-afternoon, not realising how much sun you’ve got, not realising how late it is, thinking “I’ll go inside in five more minutes… just one more root clump… I’m almost done, almost…”.

Then you’ll look like this:

owie.

And it will hurt.  And your husband will laugh at you.  It will also re-activate the really severe cold/throat thing that you thought you were almost over.

That last bit of grumping was meant as a PSA.  Aside from my enjoying the odd bout of whining, the sun really is stronger than you think at this time of year.  Please, do protect yourself.

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