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Month: October 2016

A Better Mother

While making tofu this afternoon I saw MiAsa 美朝 bring her two month old chicks out to graze under the plum trees by the cabin where I make my tofu. It’s hard to believe that in late August, the chicks were tiny bundles of fur peeking out from underneath her.

Now they are half the size of her. The whole family snuggles up together in one of the nests in the evening. Many hens are done raising their chicks by the time the chicks are this big, but MiAsa enjoys being a mother and having her little ones around her. She must be a special mother because among her chicks is one half the size of the others. You can see it in the photo above. It’s the much smaller, black chick to the left of her. It is actually a chick born to another hen weeks later, but who decided that it would rather hang around with MiAsa and her chicks instead of its own mother. What did it see in MiAsa that it didn’t see in its mother?

If you live nearby and you’d like fresh, homemade tofu, let me know. It is best when it is just made, still piping hot out of the press.

I’m prone to procrastinate, but Washington State makes it easy to vote. There are no polling stations in Washington. Everyone votes by mail. Our ballots arrived on Monday. We filled them out last night and sent them off today. It’s a relief to get that out of the way. Now if everyone would vote like I did, the world would be a much better, kinder place.

October 18, 2016
Redwood Down, Cedar Down

What goes up must come down. A strong wind helps. Friday’s storm snapped the top of a young redwood tree. It also snapped the top of a towering cedar tree. All is not lost. A fallen tree top is a fun playground for the dogs. Redwood and cedar branches make beautiful wreaths.

October 16, 2016
October Wind

Before today’s storm, we were able to gather most of the Asian pears off the tree. This year was a bumper crop and they are at their peak right now, sweet, juicy, and crunchy. I’ll take some to this weekend Alger’s Sunday Market, if tomorrow’s storm doesn’t blow us all away.

Today’s storm was strong enough to knock down a few trees across the driveway. We needed a chainsaw to get out to run an errand.

October 14, 2016
A Morning, a Day, a Hundred Years

We had another frosty morning. With each day, winter steps closer.

Takuma 拓真 and Ena 枝那 are helping me bring in as many beans as possible before the big storms arrive tonight and tomorrow. They can’t figure out why I’m bothering picking the bean pods. They both take one and chew on it, but they are not impressed.

This afternoon we stopped at an old church on a hill above Silvana about thirty miles south of us. It’s a lovely little church and we’ve visited it several times before.

The church is surrounded by graves, and we saw this one of a Lars and Randi Larson. Behind their gravestone were the graves of four infant children who all died between the ages of one and three. It took my breath away. It was only a little over a hundred years ago, and yet the graves speak of a harsh life I can’t fathom. From Snohomish County Biographies Abstracts, I learned that both Lars Larson and Randi Rorstad were from Norway and were dairy farmers. They had some children live, and evidently their ranch ended up being one of the few farms in the state which was managed entirely by women. I’m guessing that once Lars passed away, Randi and her daughters kept the dairy farm going.

Dying at just 44 years, Lars Larson never saw his living children grow up. What was it like for Randi, to bury her young husband and one infant after another? I’m not sure who the father was of the children that came after Lars died. Did she wonder why she left Norway? A hundred years from now when people look back on how we live, they’ll probably say the same thing, and wonder how we survived living under such harsh conditions.

October 12, 2016
Outdoor Cathedral

Through a cloudless October sky, the sunshine pours down, highliting the brilliant fall leaves. The cold nights are intensifying the fall colors. Maybe the fall colors are what guide the geese and the swans south. All they have to do is follow the yellow brick road of turning maples and poplars.

On the way to the post office is a row of towering poplars as grand as any stone cathedral. Today, they were tinged with gold. I had to stop to admire them. Watches are out for storms blowing through starting tomorrow night through the weekend. By the time the storms pass and cloudless skies return, many of these golden leaves may have flown away.

October 11, 2016