Monday, February 7, 2011
I dream of seeds . . . bees. . . and chickens too . . .
The success of the houseplants is a heart-warming contrast to frozen world outside the front door and it prompts me to test the limits of this slowly developing green thumb of mine. Lately Andy and I have been flipping through seed catalogs in the evenings, outlining the preliminary plans for this summer's gardens.
I spend my nights dreaming of grow lights, cold frames, and organic mesclun salad green mixes.
And that's not all that haunts my dreams lately.
On my friend Betsy's recommendation last summer, I finally got around to reading Jenna Woginrich's Made by Scratch last month. Made from Scratch is perhaps the most practical guide to leading homemade/self sufficient lifestyle currently in print. (Woginrich has a new book out, Chick Days, which I plan to get my little hands on as soon as I have enough money for another book buying binge.) As I read about Woginrich's adventures (and her very honestly recalled misadventures) with bees, chickens, and angora bunnies, suddenly this thought stamped itself on my brain:
I WANT SOME OF THOSE TOO!
If you've been reading the blog for a while, you might know that I dream of some day being the proud owner of chickens. And I've been interested in the concept of beekeeping ever since reading The Secret Life of Bees. Angora bunnies are obvious: I could knit right off of them!
Now every once in a while when we're sitting quietly on the couch, I'll turn to Andy and ask "Can we get some ______?" (Insert one of the following in the blank: bees, bunnies, chickens, kittens . . . )
Then I remembered that both Andy and I work full-time, out of the house during the summer months. I have vague memories of barely having time to get the tomatoes all the water they needed last summer. The resident fox might not be such a "Fantastic Mr." after he got into the chicken coop. And the last thing I need is a black bear going all Winnie the Pooh on me and getting into the beehive.
Still, I can't shake this notion of being the center of a lush, buzzing, busy backyard bursting with plants and creatures. It's becoming the great, golden dream, a recess in my imagination I escape to when the skies threaten snow or the wind howls.
What are you dreaming of these winter days?