Archive for the ‘growing and gathering’ Category
dry gourds
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dry gourds
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shake
bottle and swan
goblin egg and warted
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absorb the rhythm
the rattle of seeds
in their shells
varnished, on a chord
between cupboards
strand of amber
hardened with hanging
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a nudge in humidity, the least
damp, breath
or sigh, softens
vibration, appreciation
of percussion
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
finally !!!! spring
Finally, spring!!! The last bit of snow is melted from our lawn (although there are still patches of snow in the woods) and I have crocuses in bloom!
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This past weekend, I attended a strategic planning event at Falls Brook Center in west-central New Brunswick. Falls Brook Center is a non-profit group working within the community to teach skills for more sustainable living.
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Setting goals for an organisation is never easy and we enjoyed a welcome break from all the group discussion and brainstorming when one of the program coordinators gave us a short workshop about how to make seed sprouters from newspaper. In the past, I have often used peat pots, milk cartons and even Styrofoam cups to start my seeds. Making plant pots from newspaper is easy, saves money, and reduces waste! And making the pots is fun!
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We used PotMaker® to make our seed pots. PotMaker® is made in Canada by Richters (Goodwood, Ontario, L0C 1A0) http://www.PotMaker.com . The kit includes two wooden shapes, one to wrap the newspaper into a tube, and the other to ‘crimp’ the lower part of the tube into a closed pot.
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This morning, after a few minutes of rolling newspaper strips and tucking ends, I have enough pots to start a new batch of herbs for my kitchen window garden! Now, all I have to do is fill the newspaper pots with some planting mix and sprinkle some seeds. The pots support one another and keep their shape even wet. They can be planted directly into the garden … the roots grow through the paper and the pots disintegrate.
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greenhouse, early spring
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dead plantings rustle
skeletons brittle
pods and packets rattle
whisper me to the greenhouse
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weak sunshine warms the glass
my prints a path on late snow
meltwater sinks into grass
soaks into clay
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bits of crockery
wooden handles
leaf mould and sand
soil pressed into pots
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the gardener
awakened from winter
rooted in moss and clay
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Published as ‘greenhouse, early spring’, Canadian Stories 15 (87), Oct/Nov, 2012
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
small scale economy – picking berries
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small-scale economy
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my box of berries spilled
on the footpath,
between leaves
of Kalmia and wintergreen
hawkweed and cow pies
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the cousins, their boxes brimming,
stood gawking, dismayed,
I was certain they were thinking
dumb city girl, spilled her berries
box only half full anyway
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instead, they gathered around me
sympathy in every hand
scooped most of the berries
into the box
added a few from nearby bushes
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seventeen cents he paid me
half the value of a box at full
the cousins had picked a crate or more,
remembered the wasted berries, left on the trail
and wept at the loss
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Published as: ‘small scale economy’, Canadian Stories 16 (94), December 2013/ January 2014
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
beekeeper
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beekeeper
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bees smoke-drowsy rag smoulders swung slowly protected thick
in net and cotton wicking folds into beeswax candle flame
pours golden through panes in the honeycomb
streamers sweet circles sink into bread
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hollows
yeast-filled
and honey
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bee sting
unexpected
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beekeeper
never flinches
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flicks the bee
from his fingers
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spit and mud
for a poultice
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Published as: ‘beekeeper’, Canadian Stories 17 (95), February/March 2014
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
apple pie, no apples
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apple pie, no apples
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fooled a lot of people –
aunts with PhDs
friends from school
my father
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now I lift the crust
from every slice of apple pie
look for evidence –
pin-holes, punched by a machine
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the recipe, simple as substitution
pie crust
sugar
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a shot of lemon, flour to thicken
cream of tartar (to fool taste buds)
a generous dusting
of cinnamon
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and
a stack of soda crackers
snapped in two (hand-broken facsimile
of apple)
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no one ever seemed to notice
the pin-holes, punched by a machine
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Published as ‘apple pie, no apples’, Canadian Stories 17 (95), February/March 2014
For a recipe for Mock Apple Pie, see https://nichepoetryandprose.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/growing-and-gathering-learning/
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
harvesting colour
Recently I was awarded an artsnb (New Brunswick Arts Board) Creations grant. My six month project will be to write a book-length poetry manuscript about the experience of using plant dyes for colouring textiles.
The poems will find their inspiration in the activities of collecting plants, extracting their dyes and using them to colour woven fabric.
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one of the plants I will be using is Tansy (Tanacetum vulgare) – it grows throughout New Brunswick and can be used to make yellow and olive dyes
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Writing these poems, in many ways, should echo my previous project ‘growing and gathering’. I will do some research about a particular plant, then go forth and find it. For the ‘growing and gathering’ project I had a lot of fun exploring various areas of the province for the plants I needed, so I know I will love this part of the experience. It will be when I get the plant material home that the differences between the two projects will become clear. With ‘growing and gathering’, writing poems about picking berries seemed second nature to me since I’ve spent a lot of my life in berry fields.
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With ‘harvesting colour’, I will be learning a craft new to me. I’ll be trying to manage the complex alchemy of “pot type plus source water plus plant material plus mordent plus receiving material”. Lots of chemistry and a few colour tragedies, I’m certain. And discovery, as purple plants become yellow dye. I hope to combine making plant dyes with my weaving, an activity I find totally relaxing and steadying.
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some of my weaving results over the years … it will be fun to see what colours my project will bring to my weaving
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So where will the poems come from and what will they say? I’ll be looking for metaphors for human experience and emotion. I’ll try to embed ideas about reconnection with nature and about cultural expression through decorating fabric. I’ll use words from botany and chemistry, and a rich colour dictionary. I can hardly wait to explore all the words for yellow, and green, and red.
I want to write poems about ‘saddening’ the colour by adding a pinch of salt, and ruining a dye lot by forgetting to tend it well. I’ll write about oak leaf imprints on cloth, and the different yellows created with apple bark and poplar leaf. I’d also like to write poems about the ordinary life experience of plant dyes – grass stains on knees, the grey Choke-cherry jelly bag, the Cranberry stain on the tablecloth.
I’ll be presenting at least some of my poems here and I’ll certainly be sharing my experiences. I’ll continue to present my virtual travel, novel writing and watercolour posts, but I plan to devote Friday’s post each week to ‘harvesting colour’. Hope you visit regularly to follow me in my project!
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
California #2 – loving limes
Since I am a botanist, it is no surprise – one of my favorite experiences in California was seeing the vegetation. Lime, orange and lemon trees were everywhere. One of the best lime trees was in my brother’s yard. It had more limes than leaves! It was en route to their new restaurant, 1226 Washington, opening soon in Calistoga.
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Copyright 2013 Jane Tims
cornrows
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cornrows
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at the first rustle
of shadow on skin
I wake beside him
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I slide from the bed
flip the latch, climb through
the window, he will
be angry
the thought delights me
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I cross to the cornfield
silken rows of ribbon
higher than my head
an army, khaki-clad
could march here
one row over
and we could all
have solitude
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I shift rows
suddenly
catch a glimpse
of tassels
chevrons
boot heels
click into the next row
ribbons quiver
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takes nine minutes
to find a cornrow
north to south
leads back to the house
I cross the yard
pause on the threshold
I hesitate
a stranger
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the cornstalks whisper
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I raise my fist
hammer on the door
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Published as: ‘cornrows’, Spring 2013, The Antigonish Review 173
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Copyright 2013 Jane Tims
autumn corn
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When I think of the fall, I always think about corn – the rustling of the cornstalks in the fields, shucking corn for a corn-boil, eating corn-on-the-cob. In New Brunswick, the corn has been harvested by now, but I thought I’d try a watercolour.
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On a trip a couple of years ago, we were very impressed by the huge cornfields. I took many photos, including this one …
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At the time, I was doing pencil sketches for my Blog and I did this sketch from the photo …
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This is my watercolour, done a few days ago from the same photo …
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Copyright 2013 Jane Tims
the colour of October #2 (Tansy yellow)
So many colours! The orange of the big pumpkin on our doorstep. The reds and yellows of the Red Maple leaves in piles under our feet. The bright white of the moon this month. The golden colour of the needles of the Tamarack now falling with every breath of wind.
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The colour that has inspired me this week is the yellow of Tansy (Tansy vulgare L.) still bright along the road in Fredericton. The flowers are like brilliant yellow buttons.
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I couldn’t duplicate the colour with the yellows in my watercolour palette, but after layers of alternating yellow and white, I have realised how wonderful the yellows of nature really are!
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In a month’s time, the bright yellow heads of the Tansy will be black!
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