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Square Foot Gardening: Joseph plot

Friday, May 29th, 2009

My friend Katie helped me build my 8′ x 4′ x 10” raised bed planters in March. I’ve been trying on different careers, and Katie suggested that I become a Life Coach via High Density or Urban Gardening. I believe she said that people who could afford a life coach would benefit from getting a little dirt under their nails, but only if they didn’t have to sit on the ground. When I told her I’d be up in Nebraska for a little while, she said I could help put in her garden.

I’ve read a few Square Foot Gardening and High Density Gardening websites. When I planted my garden, my parents influenced much of the layout, wanting to plant things in rows. Also, the soil was chosen for me: cotton gin waste with healthy lumps of gray clay. So far, winging it, everything has turned out great…even a little scary. While I was in Nebraska, Ty wrote to tell me he counted 23 tiny tomatoes. Last night he came in and claimed to have counted 90. (Keep in mind many of these are just Cherry Tomatoes!) The scary part is being able to eat everything before it goes bad, or before the next vegetable becomes ripe.

Katie and I are of similar logical minds, but she tends to go more by the book. This is possibly because she remembers more of the book, or had the energy to actually track down the book.

The Joseph Family has a very special smaller planter containing their hops plants. We crisscrossed that planter with lettuce and spinach. The hops are a rhizome, and will come back every year. They’ll produce for the first time next year. Katie’s husband Amos Joseph has become a avid brew master over the years, and he’ll use them in next year’s kegs.



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Katie and I planted most of the 48 square foot plots on Saturday morning. She planted the 8 tomatoes on the end, and trellised them using the recommended square food gardening net and conduit.



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The next row over we planted squash and cucumbers, to either train them up the trellis, or train them over the edge of the planter. We ended up filling the rest of the squares with spinach, lettuce, carrots, beets, peas, beans, radishes, and swiss chard.



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It was very weird planting a new garden, while leaving my almost full grown one for Ty to care and water. He did a very good job peeling off the suckers on the tomatoes, and keeping the spinach, lettuce, snap peas, and radishes harvested.

The back yard of the Joseph house recently suffered the loss of a gigantic maple tree. After falling on their garage, this got them a practically new garage and a back yard opened to the sun. To give the back yard some more character, Katie wanted 2 rosemary plants in large planters. The idea is to bring in the plants during the winter, and then use them as shrubbery, air freshener, and fish seasoning for the rest of the year. We looked all over town for rosemary plants. We finally ended up at the high-end Finke Garden Center, who had the last 2 rosemary plants in town. The plants were huge! They were the perfect size for people who intend to keep the plants going for years.



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The Joseph hound, Hank, appreciated the new shrubbery in red pots. Hank is a blue healer/basset hound mix. I really love the blue healer, part dingo breed because that is the dog my father really bonds with. They are very smart, and love to please, but can be a little too energetic. Hank’s basset hound part of the family makes him the dog I wish my dad’s dog Sophie could be. Sophie will only rest with you late at night, thinks everything is a licking game, and never gets tired. Hank needs a few naps a day, knows when you should take one, and curls right up against you to help on your way to dreamland.

I see South Dakota

Friday, May 29th, 2009

After getting her master’s degree in secondary science education, my sister applied to a number of schools. After receiving a number of offers, she chose the Todd County Middle School in Mission, SD on the Rosebud Reservation. The Reservation is the home of the Sicangu Lakota Oyate Sioux tribe, and my sister has been interested in the Sioux Nation for a number of years.

My parents and I left super early in the morning. I wasn’t sure how things would work, driving through small towns. I’m accustomed to bypassing towns on interstate highways, and not stopping unless the car needs gas or we see a public rest stop. This is where the network of McDonald’s restaurant come into play. For the 5 hour drive, I believe we stopped at 4 or 5 golden arches. At one my mom just got coffee. At the next, bathroom break, sausage muffins, and more coffee. The coffee definitely puts one in a vicious cycle of more bathroom breaks and more coffee.

We met Jen at the school around 11:30 AM and she gave us a tour.



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Both my mother and father are retired teachers. My father retired back in 1989, and even though he can be a very shy person, he really warmed up to those kids. Jen gave us a tour of the school, and we met many of her co-workers from all over the United States.

For lunch, Jen suggested the Chute Two restaurant, golf course, and driving range. My father met the owner got us a tour of the clubhouse, overlook patio, and the dance floor.



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After lunch, we had a few hours to kill before Jen got out of school. We spent the rest of our time at the Rosebud Casino, of course. My parents love going to casinos, and I believe one of the most important foundations of their marriage lies in the way they gamble. Each has a set amount to gamble, and they never tell each other how much they lose. I brought some birthday money to gamble with, because my mother-in-law would appreciate that. I really had a good time with them. In the end, I lost enough to just watch my mother keep winning.

Jen met us at the casino, and escorted us to Valentine. There, she gave us a tour of her home, and we said hello to her cats. She gave me a Christmas present: tie-dyed tea towels. I had just been admiring my mother’s set.

We enjoyed dinner in Valentine, and then we started back on the 5 hour trip home.

Farm Vacation

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Spent some time with my parents last week. I did a bunch of chores for them, hoping to get plenty of exercise and an awesome tan.

My parents have cultivated a large patch of asparagus and rhubarb that grows back every year. The crowns of asparagus are so large that they require daily tending. Every morning, they go out and cut back as much asparagus as in the first picture. They even have some renegade spears growing in their rhubarb patch, which is where the really big one came from.



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A number of folks were still planting. Here is a picture of their topsoil blowing away.


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I had a great time with them, even Queen Sophie.



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Little Rock Film Festival: That Evening Sun

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Last night we attended the opening ceremonies for the Little Rock Film Festival. The film That Evening Sun sold out both screens. The website stopped selling tickets yesterday afternoon, but our friend Sujith decided to go with us without a ticket. He managed to get in to the first showing. We were far enough back in line to just make it into the second with our friend and film studies professor Kristi.



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My parents started subscribing to cable the year after I moved out of the house. Since then they have enjoyed the outdoors channel and movies that they happen upon. When my father can’t sleep, sometimes he’ll turn on the Independent Film Channel. He always misses the beginning, so he never knows the names of the films, but he can tell you everything about the plot and the atmosphere. When he talks about these movies, he gets a 1,000 mile stare and has a sort of empathy about them that I’ve seen rarely as his daughter.

That Evening Sun will be one of the movies that transports him to a place where he will need to tell Ty and I about the story, and how it captures something that films rarely capture. He will not have the words to tell us exactly what it is, but he’ll try.

People from The South will probably go on and tell you how southern the movie is. It is a source of pride for some in the south to tie their lives back to their rural roots. As a non-southerner, I’ve known quite a few non-southern farmers and rural folk. I could see so much Hal Holbrook’s rural farmer character Abner Meecham in Ty’s grandfather, a former upstate New York dairy farmer, as well as the dying breed of Nebraska livestock farmer embodied in my uncles and father. Placing the story in a southern backdrop makes the rural seem poorer, the struggle even more ancient, more epic, and the outside forces in dealing with the nature, rusted machinery, and other stubborn rural folk even more insurmountable.

The film is based on a short story by William Gay, first published in the Oxford American. The Oxford American Magazine is now located just a mile away from us in Conway, AR, and they sponsored last night’s party.

At the end of the movie, the director Scott Teems, producer/actor Walton Goggins, producer/actor Ray McKinnon, came out for a Q&A.



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I couldn’t place Ray McKinnon, but I knew I had seen him before. IMDB says he played the preacher from Deadwood, who was super skinny. He’s considerably heavier and bearded in his amazing role as Lonzo Choate in That Evening Sun.

It was fun to hear them all talk about the movie, and getting independent movies like this made.

If I had one complaint about the movie, it is a complaint I’ve had about many other movies: the shaky camera. Fortunately with this movie, it was only at the end. Saving Private Ryan and The Blair Witch Project had me looking for an air sickness bag in the movie seat ahead of me. Being in the second row for the movie didn’t help my motion sickness, but near the end there are a blend of destructive and dream sequences. Sometimes the camera turned too fast, and sometimes the edits of the close fire shots flickered me to the point of pre-epileptic seizure. The dream shots were very dream like, but not steady as the camera kept bolting up the stairs and through the house.

The movie is looking for a distributor, so I’ll keep you updated on it.

Friday night, I think we’re going to see Is You… A Louis Jordan Story. Our friend Huixia Lu worked on the cinematography for that film about the musician from Brinkley, Arkansas.

American Idle

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

Conway, Arkansas has been gripped by American Idol fever. Local transplant and UCA student, Kris Allen is one of the final three contestants. On Friday my friend Robin, her friend Linette and I all headed down to see Kris Allen preform, but also to be apart of the spectacle.

Despite events cataloged on this blog, Conway doesn’t get big rockstars. It doesn’t even get tiny ones. The only rockstars that come here are high school kids playing at the only music venue, which is booze free. They aren’t even coming into town, because they’re already here. Hendrix brings in two bands a year, but those events aren’t open to the public. If I could complain one step further, Little Rock doesn’t even get significant indie rock or even mainstream rock traffic. We should really start calling it Tiny Rock, or Minuscule Rock.

On Friday night the entire community got together and rocked. They rocked the streets. They rocked it topless. They rocked it with brass instruments. They rocked it with their kids and congregations. I can only pray that Kris Allen is the golden calf of an idol that will bring Conway its first beer garden.



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Many people lined the parade route, but the real fans where at the outdoor venue hours before the performance. The local restaurants with rooftop decks feigned “wedding setup” when I nicely asked to take pictures of the crowd for my blog hours before events both real and fake. City hall’s roof showed off crowd control police officers on radios, city council family members and a pregnant lady.

If there is one fatal flaw in the town of Conway, it is the railroad track that runs parallel to the interstate, the main highway, and Front Street. We’ve been told stories of how the Union Pacific railroad requires the train engineers to pull on the horn thirty times while passing through the city limits. Some towns will put up crossing gates, bells, and lights at every crossing and have ordinances against train whistles. Conway has just the opposite, interrupting speeches, classes, sleep, and even music performances downtown, at Hendrix College, and in my home.

The railroad track creates the back perimeter to Simon Park, the new school band shell where Kris Allen was set to perform. I thought that area would be our best chance to hear the concert, and possibly get a glimpse of the local idol.



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There was clearly a plan to keep people off of the tracks at some point. We heard the nice volunteers in orange jackets stating that we had to be 50 ft. away from the tracks, otherwise we were trespassing. The sad part of the story is that Kris Allen performing on stage would also be “trespassing”. At some point the containment broke down, and Robin hid behind a bush to save us a spot.



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A few people got up to pump up the crowd, and after what seemed like an hour of every child under the age of 10 breaking down around us with tired cries, Kris Allen finally appeared. He played three songs acoustic: Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror”, Donna Summer’s “She Works Hard for the Money”, and The Frame’s Academy Award Winning Song, “Falling Slowly”.



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The photos show that we did get pretty close, but I only could see Kris Allen’s face once. Luckily, I captured that look forever in a photograph.

Friday could have been one of the craziest days in Conway, ever. The previous weekend the yearly festival, “Toad Suck Daze” shut down during an 8.5 inch street-flooding rain. All the students were packing up to head out of town, and Saturday featured three different graduations by institutions of higher learning. It was a nice way to kick off the summer!



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All of the pictures I took are available here.

garden update

Monday, May 11th, 2009

I would like to apologize to all of those waiting on my report about American Idol’s Kris Allen’s three-song set last Friday, but I’ve got even older pictures of my garden to post.



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Bonus baby cucumbers honeysuckle blooms!

berry update

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Just got word from my mother that she thinks the berries are raspberries. I looked at a few sites with raspberries, and the foliage is a single leaf on each side of the cane, while the ones we have have 3-5 leaves on either side of the cane. This site makes me believe they are blackberries.

help: berry ID

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

These bushes are growing close to the railroad tracks along the open storm sewer. Are they raspberries? Are they blackberries?

The canes are red in places, and super thorny. Below are white buds and green berries that look like they may turn into raspberries.

Let me know what you think!


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If you can tell what it is, how long before you think it is ripe?

salad days

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

This weekend we invited the students who run the Word Garden reading series to dinner. The menu featured zero-carbon-footprint garden salad and stromboli. Ty and I went out in the 50F rainy weather and picked rain-bruised lettuce, spinach, parsley, basil, beet greens, onions and radishes. We had plastic bags full of the stuff! The Kentucky Derby Racing Form is in there for size comparison.



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Mabel, Mabel, set the table:



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We had rhubarb custard bars for dessert. My recipe calls for 4-5 cups of chopped rhubarb, but our patch only yielded 3 cups.

In the next post you may be able to help me ID wild raspberries. Stay tuned!