Love Vigilantes

Orchard in a Box

My fruits arrived yesterday! I had no idea when I ordered that you could send live plants this way: I thought they would have to send a special delivery truck, like they did with my furniture. But they came by FedEx sealed up in boxes. Crazy.

 Fruit trees and grape vines

 Blueberry bushes

Strawberry plants. They told me to store them in the crisper drawer of my refrigerator until I'm ready to plant!

I'm taking a bit of a chance here, because I won't be ready to plant for a few weeks. But I had to order now, because the season is closing for ordering live plants, and they only do it once a year. As it was, a lot of places were already sold out. So for now, the strawberries are in my fridge, and the other plants are in a dark, cool room in the basement, sleeping peacefully.

Gardening

I'm finally getting to some of the projects I had in mind when I first bought this place. Currently number one on the agenda: building level terraces in my back yard, and putting in a garden and mini-orchard.

Fruit trees: Pink Lady and Granny Smith Apples, Honeysweet Pears, Elberta Peaches, Damson European Plums, Sweetheart Cherries, Santa Rosa Asian Plums, and Moorpark Apricots. I wanted Bing Cherries and Flemish Beauty Pears, but neither are self-pollinating and I'm only planting one tree of each fruit (except apples).

 Vines and Bushes: Canadice Red, Interlaken White, and Glenora Purple Grapes; Ozark Beauty (everbearing) and Sparkle (June-bearing) Strawberries; and Sweetheart Blueberries.

Melons: Crimson Sweet Watermelon, Tuscan Cantaloupe, Tam Dew Honeydew, and Canary Casaba.

In the vegetable garden I'm going to grow:

Corn	Bell Peppers	Spinach
Beans	Celery	Cucumbers
Peas	Yellow Onions	Radishes
Carrots	Red Onions	Yellow Potatoes
Brocolli	Green Onions	Red Potatoes
Cauliflower	Plum Tomatoes	Sweet Potatoes
Brussel Sprouts	Grape Tomatoes	Butternut Squash
Yellow Squash	Head Lettuce	Acorn Squash
Zuchhini	Leaf Lettuce	Pumpkins
Eggplant	Spring Mix	Garlic

I'm planting all heirloom varieties, so I can save my own seed and do my small part to resist Monsanto and all the evil GMO mega corporations. And save the world by saving the bees.

Here's the plan I drew up:

Each section is going to be a separate terrace, getting lower as you move away from the house. And to the left of where the vegetable garden is, I'm putting in a fourth terrace, a nice flat space with grass that I can use as a little bit of yard. Here's what it looks like now:

I've...er...let things slide for a while. But this shows what fantastic soil I've got: this is two or three years' growth, and those trees are 12-16 feet tall! My soil is rich, black, loamy, and perfect in every way except for the abundant rocks. It's been forest floor for thousands of years, and has never been stripped, contaminated by inferior fill dirt, or poisoned by commercial farming.

Got all my tools ready to go. I discovered Mintcraft years ago when I found the double-bit axe at an old-timey hardware store, and found that it was the best tool I'd ever owned. Now I buy all my long tools from them. The hand tools I found in the Burpee seed catalog, and I'm very pleased with them: heavy duty stainless steel and solid hardwood. I tried buying cheap garden tools at the local department store years ago, and most of them broke within one season, so I go with quality now. Except for one shovel and one axe, which I somehow lucked out on, and used for years and years, until I worked the poor things down to the nub. My shovel actually had holes worn in the steel of the blade.

For the vegetables, melons, and strawberries I'm going to build raised beds, and for the bushes, vines, and trees I'm going to frame them in with landscaping ties. Then I'll mulch the walkways in between with cedar mulch (repels many pests and deters the growth of bacteria and certain diseases), then fence each section in to try and keep the deer and rabbits out. Also for deer discouragement, I'm going to sit on my back porch at dusk and dawn sometimes with my rifle. I love venison! I'm also thinking about getting a dog, and having him sleep out in the garden area in the summer, to scare the nibblers away. 

I'm also all organic. I make my own insect-repellent spray out of hot peppers, garlic, and tobacco (they hate nicotine), and a few other ingredients. And around the borders, outside the fences, I'm going to plant chrysanthemums , marigolds, lavender, and clover, all of which repel certain garden pests, as well as attracting bees and butterflies, which help with pollination.

So with venison and wild turkey, trout from the stream nearby, the produce from my garden and orchard, and the wild raspberries, blackberries, grapes, black cherries, hazelnuts, hickory nuts, and (keeping my fingers crossed that the trees I found can be kept alive and healthy to bearing age) CHESTNUTS!, I'll be able to produce most of my own food. And over the winter, I'll be working on rebuilding the half-assed chicken coop the guy I bought the place from put in, and next spring I'll get me some baby chicks, and then have my own eggs too. Still exploring my forest, and hoping to find a black walnut tree and a butternut. Also would love to find wild strawberries, blueberries, and plums. Things I'll still have to buy at the store:

Grains and legumes--what little I eat. Mostly just the flours to make my own Ezekiel bread, and some Basmati rice and Irish oatmeal.

Chicken--I have no interest in the amount of butchering and processing it would take to keep me in chicken. Not to mention the numbers that I'd have to raise. Also what little beef and pork I'll need, with the venison filling most of the red meat requirement.

Dairy--this isn't the right place for a cow, and I dislike both goats and goat milk. And I have no experience with dairy. I'll get all that from Homestead Creamery, except for the imported cheeses.

Citrus and bananas--too cold to grow them here.

Imports and exotics--coffee, tea, spices, and anything else I can't produce myself.

Beer and Wine--I may try home brewing and vinting at some point in the future, but not yet.

I'm also thinking I'd like to get some bees next year or so. Fresh bread with real butter and honey might be my favorite thing to eat. I know my neighbor Ralph would like that too. Have to come up with ways to keep him out of the hives, hopefully short of shooting him. And out of the chicken pen and garden too, come to that.

I'll upload pictures as the work progresses.

More of the World's Best Reading

I came across, by sheer accident, a copy of Little Men in the nicely-bound series I collect, which I wrote about some time ago. I had wondered, when I finished Little Women, if the sequel had been published in this series. But then I got to thinking, that Miss Alcott had done such a superb job writing about girls, that I doubted whether she could really understand boys well enough to do as well by them. But just a few pages in, my fears are well laid to rest, and I'm hooked. Father Bhaer's boisterous but firm hoisehold perfectly exemplifies the best environment for raising healthy boys.

And as I read, I've been thinking about Jo, and how it takes a rare and special kind of woman to be good with boys. Most women teachers lack that quality, and so many boys suffer because they're being forced into a mold that doesn't fit them.

But I'm thinking about my daughter, and how she's got the perfect temperament for it. And about another lady I know, who has raised seven boys (and one girl) with extraordinary success, and what a remarkable woman that makes her.

C.S. Lewis on the Same Subject

"A great deal of what is being published by writers in the religious tradition is a scandal and is actually turning people away from the church. The liberal writers who are continually accommodating and whittling down the truth of the Gospel are responsible. I cannot understand how a man can appear in print claiming to disbelieve everything that he presupposes when he puts on the surplice. I feel it is a form of prostitution."

Idols of the Intellect

I'm about halfway through Tertullian in my complete through-reading of the Church Fathers, and about to start the treatise called "Against Hermogenes" with the subtitle "Containing a refutation of his opinion that matter is eternal".

As I've been reading the Fathers' arguments against the opinions of various heretics which, to us now, seem patently absurd, I've had a growing recognition of the overall nature of the ancient heresies and their modern counterparts. That is, that they all have this in common: that they are attempts to "reconcile" the things taught by Scripture and Apostolic tradition with the conventional assumptions of their day, and to make them more palatable to themselves and others. So, in the first three centuries of the Church, what we had was a continual stream of men trying to fit Christianity into the box of Greco-Roman philosophy and polytheism, and avoid the offense and embarrassment of embracing the silly Jewish superstition that there was only One God. That way, they could take the best of the New Gospel, but hold on to their intellectual and emotional attachments to their old ideas, ideals, and idols.

And in modern times, pretty much all "contemporary" theology, that is modernist, post-modernist, higher critical, liberal, etc., amounts to the same thing. Except our idols are idols of pure intellect, rather than of primal polytheistic paganism. Rationalism. Empiricism. Materialism. Scientism. All the goddesses of the Enlightenment.

But what struck me today, and prompted this post, is another example of how the Bible and the Apostolic teaching was right all along, and the greatest and most respectable minds of the world wrong. Look at that subtitle again. "Containing a refutation of his opinion that matter is eternal". You see, that both Scripture and the Church (in its orthodox teaching) have always held that matter is created and temporal. Yet the great minds of the classical world, and again the great Scientist minds of post-Enlightenment Scientism, held firmly that matter was eternal, and treated anyone who said otherwise in the same mocking, dismissive derision with which they currently treat those who question Darwinism or believe any form of Creation or Intelligent Design. But then in 1965, cosmic background radiation was "accidentally" discovered, proving beyond reasonable doubt that the universe was not in fact, static and eternal. Now, of course, the Scientismists claim that theory as their own. But at the time it blew all their conventional theories out of the water, and completely redefined their understanding of the universe.

And here is Tertullian, looking down on us from 200 AD, and Moses standing beside him, from 1600 BC, saying, "See, I told you so."

I think nothing pisses God off more than a sanctimonious religious hypocrite.

And I tend to agree.

I've known hippies who try to live in love but lack the theology and religion to be professing Christians, who are a lot closer to the Kingdom of God than a lot of the religious people I've known.

'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?' -- Matt. 7:22

"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness. And then, on the top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps — what more can the heart of man desire?” -- Leo Tolstoy

"Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past."

-- Chris McCandless

I've accidentally created the perfect station on Pandora. I made one based on Apollo's Fire, because I liked their Christmas album so much, but it turns out they do traditional folk music too; so I've got a station playing Baroque, Celtic, Bluegrass, and various related pieces, in both secular and sacred varieties of each.

Dear Youtube;

I don't care about Prince. I didn't care that he was alive, when he was alive. I don't care that he's dead, now he's dead. I didn't like his music when he was alive. I still don't like it, now that he's dead. I have never, ever, watched a video of his on your site, and have clicked "not interested" at least a hundred times on the videos you have been incessantly suggesting in the last few days since he, apparently, died. How can your algorithm possibly still think that anything by or about him should be "recommended for me"?

P.S. I don't care about Merle Haggard either.

C.S. Lewis on the Supernatural

"I believe in miracles here and now. . . .We ought all of us to be ashamed of not performing miracles and we do not feel this shame enough. We regard our own state as normal and theurgy as exceptional, whereas we ought to regard the worker of miracles, however rare, as the true Christian norm and ourselves as spiritual cripples."

-- C.S. Lewis, Petitionary Prayer

The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash

Rosebud

This is my grandaughter in Hawaii, whom I call Rosebud, the premature one with the holes in her heart, who you were praying for. Perfectly healthy and happy now.

Also got a message from my daughter in law this evening, telling me what a wonderful man I raised, what a good husband and father he is, and how happy and in love she is. That pleases me.

The Main Thing is Not to Panic

My daughter Bethany was riding to work this morning with her friend, heading down the highway at 50 mph, when the friend, who was driving, had a sudden seizure. No history of seizures, no explanation. Just out of the clear blue. The car went out of control and was about to cross over into oncoming traffic but Bethany kept her presence of mind, took the wheel, redirected it into a field on the other side of the road, and managed to bring it to a halt without either of them or anyone else being injured.

I am thankful to the Lord for his grace, that no one (and especially Bethany) was hurt. But I am also very proud of my daughter, for keeping her head and not succumbing to panic. It takes great courage and strength of character to react with cool determination in a life-threatening situation.

But that's not the end of it. She also showed another kind of courage, when the policeman who responded started acting like a dickhead like so many cops do, and yelling at and threatening the poor girl who'd had the seizure and almost just died, and who was completely disoriented and in a state of shock. Bethany stood up to him, put him in his place, and made him back off and leave her alone. Well done, sweetie. My daughter has more balls than most men.

Why--when there's Mozart?

I was out yesterday. As often happens, as I was in a store looking for what I needed, my mind was being assaulted by the soul-crushingly awful banality of what passes for music in our time. Just mind-numbingly stupid, both musically and lyrically. The sheer idiocy of it is staggering.

And then, this morning, as I was looking out on the rainy Spring morning and listening to Mozart, I thought, "Why? How can such ugliness even exist when there is this?"

"He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief." -- Isaiah 53:3

This is why I love him so. He knows. He understands.