Urban Schmurban

Urban life. Rural heart. Beating away in Los Angeles.

February 6, 2012
by Felicia
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Ana at EcoFarm

This is Ana (she poses like this for every picture, I swear) at EcoFarm schmoozing with Urban Homesteading coauthor Rachel Kaplan.  As a farm coordinator for Oregon Tilth, Ana is required to attend such conferences.  Verily, I am envious.  However Ana will be posting about her week at the EcoFarm conference shortly, which I am sincerely looking forward to.

I interviewed Rachel’s coauthor, K. Ruby Blume, last year for an article I did on urban homestead trademark issue.  Her Institute for Urban Homesteading (IUH) up in Oakland, CA was one of many organizations that received a mild type of cease and desist letter from the trademarkers in question (who were also interviewed).

As you can see, their book is still called Urban Homesteading (there was some question about changing it during the height of the dispute) and they’re doing quite well working in tandem with other urban homesteaders to build community and educate people who want to live a more sustainable urban life.  Ana picked up a great deal from the urban homesteading panel (aside from just ‘plant milkweed‘) and it looks like we’re going to be reevaluating some of the projects we’re contemplating in the coming year.

Quail, anyone?

 

 

February 3, 2012
by Felicia
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Flickr Friday

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Big Globe artichokes, Suncoast Farms (Lompoc), Hollywood Farmers Market

There a unique micro-climate in Lompoc that allows for year-round harvests of artichokes, Brussels sprouts, asparagus, broccoli, and cauliflower. I love California.

February 2, 2012
by Felicia
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Plant milkweed

Ana, my Oregon Tilthing, eco-village living sister is currently attending the EcoFarm conference up in Monterey and I’m not. I’d be more ok with this if she would share more of what she’s learning up there. If she virtually introduced me to some of the incredibly intelligent groundbreaking eco folks she’s enjoying sustainably-distilled vodka tonics with. See that? I’m ending sentences with “with.” I’m really worked up about this.

I did get one text from her. One. Cryptic. Text. It said only, “plant milkweed.”

Bio-dynamic juggernauts, sustainability panelists, and urban agriculture advocates as far as the eye can see and she’s telling me to, “plant milkweed.” Was it some kind of code? An eco-message that carried with it all the promise of the Year of the Woman?

Turns out, no. By saying, “plant milkweed,” she was actually suggesting that I plant milkweed. In a conference where there are, “…over 60 workshops featuring a comprehensive array of technical sessions for farmers, ranchers, handlers, marketers, activists, students, and educators,” if the one take away she shares is to plant milkweed, it must be pretty important. And it turns out, it is. From Monarch Watch:

Milkweeds have a unique and fascinating pollination mechanism in which the plant relies on Lepidoptera (butterflies and moths) and Hymenoptera (bees, ants, and wasps) for pollination. Hundreds of pollen grains are packaged into two connected sacs or pollinia, which is collectively referred to as the pollinarium [see SEM photo at right]. When a foraging insect lands on a flower, the pollinarium can easily attach itself to its leg. Once removed from the flower, the pollinia actually re-orient as the translator arms bend as they dry. Upon landing on another flower, the properly oriented pollinarium is deposited into a receptive stigmatic groove where the pollinia breaks down and the pollen germinates, growing pollen tubes through the stigma to the ovules in the ovary.

In short, it’s the equivalent of a Las Vegas buffet for bees and butterflies. It’s also the host plant for monarch butterflies, feeding their caterpillars and then sheltering the eventual chrysalis. It’s also a wild, foragable food. And you can apparently get free seeds from a woman in Florida. But here’s a list of people who sell both started plants and seeds.

Most info out there on milkweed pertains directly to the monarch butterfly, which is losing available habitat fast. And apparently Monsanto’s GE crops are killing them off at an alarming rate. But in a weird display of sad irony, the US Forest Service says that milkweed, “interferes with crops, and is an agricultural pest,” and then details what pesticides work best to eradicate it. I must have been living under a rock, but I thought the US Forest Service was in the business of maintaining habitat, not advocating its demise. That’s how the mission statement reads anyway.

Ana’s simple, cryptic text was more cryptic than I thought. And she probably knew I’d tumble down the rabbit hole on this, searching for a deeper meaning in her laconic, two word missive. It’s more than just planting a bee and butterfly friendly garden. It’s creating habitat and islands of safety for a species probably not long for this world. Those epic migrations of fluttering wings are, very soon, going to be a thing of our past.

It feels like an impotent thing to do in the face of Big Ag, government mission creep, pesticides, probable extinction and ecological collapse. But it’s something worth doing that needs doing. And it’s within my ability to plant seeds in more than just my garden.

Plant milkweed.

January 23, 2012
by Felicia
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Picked a peck of of pickled barrels

Kruegermann Pickles 1-21-12The gently used pickle barrels for sale at Kruegermann Pickles at their Silver Lake warehouse.

It was the weekend of mea culpa. I’ve been “thinking” and “planning” to install rain barrels at strategic locations around the house. The barn in particular needed a runoff abatement plan for the new roof and gutter and it is advantageously placed (elevated and adjacent) to help irrigate one of our most productive little plots – the arbor garden.

Fast forward to last week. Thursday specifically. All the big storm hoohah hitting the PNW was about to dump a much needed rainstorm on L.A. Eep, I say. Rain coming and not a barrel in sight. I’ve refused on principal to buy a prefab kit. My grandparents used old wine casks for their rain barrels and they worked just fine. But as the closest, usable wine casks were a two hour drive away, I hit Craiglist.

Kruegermann Pickles 1-21-12Carl Kruegermann, the latest in a long line of German pickle masters, talking about the importance of hand-packed pickles.

Enter Carl Kruegermann. He and his family have been pickling in the Silver Lake neighborhood of Los Angeles since the 60′s. And a lot of his product comes to him in these 50 gallon, food grade plastic barrels. He only needs so many and only has so much space. So he’s selling them for $35 a pop.

There are some pretty kits out there. But for me, spending $100+ on what is essentially a bucket with a spigot doesn’t compute. Carl had about 12 barrels for sale. Now he only has 10. I took two home, both of which were formerly used to import gherkins in acetic acid from India. The label even tells me what village they came from. I Googled it.

FYI those French cornichons you love? Most likely made from imported Indian gherkins. No one locally, either here in California or in France, cultivates those tiny pickles anymore. Very labor intensive. But they grow them in India. And they export them in giant 50 gallon barrels to gourmet producers in Europe and America.

It is still raining here in L.A. And even WITH the barrels in hand, I am not yet catching rain. As usual, we’ve been too busy to get things in gear. But the conversion will happen soon (hopefully before our rainy season ends), following this guy’s steps (he uses a barrel almost identical to mine), with a few minor engineering adjustments:

Will let you know how it goes! In the meantime, L.A. Locals – If you’re looking to install rain barrels at your home, Carl still has barrels for you. Touch base with him via the Kruegermann Pickles website.

January 16, 2012
by Felicia
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City Astronomy: Saturn and Spica

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Saturn is the dot on the left above the Moon. Spica is to the right.

Saturn and Spica (one, a planet, the other, a chunk of the constellation Virgo) turned a little quadrille this morning, dancing next to a nearly perfect quarter moon while all the big players – Orion, Taurus, etc. – had long since gone to bed. Saturn – the Roman god of agriculture and harvest, son of Terra (the personification of earth) and Caelus (the god of the sky) – actually married fertility goddess, Opis. But if he wanted a turn with Spica, well, who could blame him?

Spica is an incredibly popular star and has been for centuries. She’s the brightest star in Virgo (sometimes called the Alpha Virginis) and is said to be the star that helped Greek astronomer Hipparchus define the equinoxes somewhere around 170 B.C.

Her constellational placement is somewhere near Virgo’s hip, or on the tip of a handful of wheat resting against her thigh in the more ancient drawings used to represent Virgo. If wheat is Spica’s home, and Saturn be the god of agriculture and harvest, well, let’s just say nothing of matches and heavens and turn our heads to allow them a moment of privacy.

But this is L.A., so I took a picture of the famous couple and posted it on the Internet. Gotcha.

You’ll be able to see them again tomorrow, albeit around 1AM instead just before sunrise. Both are very bright and require no special equipment to view. And if you’re feeling frisky, join them in the dance with a little music.

January 9, 2012
by Felicia
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The Homegrown Rubric

Solvang 2010Speeding through Solvang back in 2010. My garden?  Not this big.  

ru·bric  (rbrk)  n.
1. A part of a manuscript or book, such as a title, blah blah blah. (Nope, not it.) ; 2. Ecclesiastical A direction in a missal, hymnal, or other liturgical book. (Warmer, but much less judgmental.); 3. An authoritative rule or direction. (We’ll take it!); 4. A short commentary or explanation covering a broad subject. (Meh, this could work, too, but 3 is closer.); 5Red ocher. (Which we love for barns, but not this post.)

Even with much-coveted yard space, we’re still pretty limited garden-wise, and not just because of the acreage (or lack thereof).  There are shade issues with both our trees and the ones belonging to the neighbors.  Then there’s the slope – we live on a steep hillside that breaks the yard up into slightly-less-sloped terraces which require some dirt moving or very creative planting and irrigation to prevent erosion.  And speaking of irrigation, that’s getting addressed but right now, if an area doesn’t have easy access to water (see previous remarks about the slope)?  It’s out of the planning matrix until I have time to hook up the plumbing pipe and drip systems.  Hah!  Until I have time…what is that exactly?

These myriad limitations mean that I am far less likely to save space for growing a zucchini than I am for, say, French tarragon, Spanish black radishes, or English peas.  I choose wisely, or I hope I do, using a set of criteria, a rubric, for what I’ll grow and not grow in the vegetable patch.  It keeps me from wasting valuable resources on mediocre harvests by outlining my priorities.

Do I stray from the rubric? Hell, yes.  But the rubric almost always saves me time and aggravation.  As I head into 2012, with a resolution to adopt better planning and scheduling in the garden, I have a feeling the rubric is going to grow and change and take on a new importance.

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January 5, 2012
by Felicia
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I’m not ungrateful, just wary

It has been above, at, or near 80 degrees since January 1st.  It’s one of the joys of living in L.A.  It’s why people move here from all over the country.  It’s hard to believe anyone would be grumpy about it.  And generally, I’m not.  Except for this:

Bud pop.  That branch is on my Shiro plum tree.  She’s a bit of a hussy, my Shiro, and flares skirt at the first sign of spring (I was also told she needed a pollinator.  I’ve never had to plant one.).  But we do get frosts here.  Sometimes well into March and April.  If this keeps up, she’ll bloom and then a frost will hit and there goes this year’s batch of Hussy liqueur.

And that’s just my lil tree.  What about an orchard full of them in Ojai?  I love wearing short sleeves to the office, but this is getting ridiculous.  Yes, boo hoo and all that.  I just know it won’t last and want it to end before all the trees are tricked into thinking spring has sprung.

 

 

January 4, 2012
by Felicia
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The line must be drawn here. This far. No farther.

lower yard JAN 2012

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Since I’m in a sharing mood – this is our lower yard, which actually has maybe four distinct levels of its own.  Five if you include the slope on the right that banks sharply toward the upper yard.  Ideally, it’d all be one, managable level.  But it’s not.  And it was neglected way before my arrival in 2009, in part because accessing it is a pain in the knees.

To the right is the troubled roofing debris yard where the previous owners erected the weirdest and most uneven arbor I have ever seen (are you sensing a trend?).  We took that arbor apart to make the new one on the mid-level.

The left side has received a little more attention, but only a little.  And that’s because there are fruit trees that need tending (persimmon, a fruitless avocado, and now a fig and a pear).  The drought tolerant cactus garden is one of its redeeming values and becomes a haven for bees and hummingbirds in winter when the aloe and agave decide to bloom.  Another happy thing?  The whole yard is irrigated, which means a flip of a spigot up top waters whatever I want down below via custom targeted drip irrigation systems.  That’s a potentially major issue that I don’t have to worry about.

In 2012 we will see much change down below.  Much. Change.  I have drawn a line in hard-packed clay soil.  This far.  No farther.  We will no longer be pushed back by encroaching entropy or daunted by the amount of labor ahead of us.  To cross the streams of multiple questionable geeky references, so say we all.

Happy New Year.

 

January 4, 2012
by Felicia
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Part II: Shed becomes barn, a love story

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I wish I had the foresight that would have enabled me to overcome shed shame and take a picture of the original door. Because if you saw it and then the picture above, you have have exclaimed that nay! this was not the same structure.

The previous shed door, as mentioned in Part I, was a recycled gold-toned sliding mirror closet door, with the mirror facing the interior and the exterior stripped of its decorative facade. I’m all for recycling home materials. And I give the previous owners props for their cleverness. But it just added to overall rickety vibe the shed exuded. And later, it occurred to us that it was the only door that would have worked, as the building was barely six feet tall. If we wanted a real door, we would have had to add a least another foot.

So we did.

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