21 Jun 2015
by janinedonoho
in A Change of View
Tags: American original, baby grouse, celebrations, Dad's Day, doe, enhancement, Fathers' Day, give thanks, high desert landscape, Intrepid Guy, Janine Donoho, Mountain Bluebird, native species, northern climes, nourish spirit, perennials, photos, singular parents, summer solstice, sunflowers, wildflowers, young buck
Texture & color at solstice
A pop of color
Doe browsing through the landscape
With the double joys of summer solstice and remarkable dads getting their due, this post celebrates both. As happens so often, my photos perform word service. My intent? That you’ll feel buoyant and refreshed as you return to your celebrations.
Wildflowers and mature gardens punctuate summer solstice in our northern climes. We plant our garden rooms with both native species and perennials to nourish our spirits and the local wildlife. In due course, our plantings expand into an enhancement of our high desert landscape.
Wild sunflowers
Father’s Day became a day of revelry in the early 20th century, an American original that has spread throughout the world. While nearly any man can father a child, it takes someone exceptional to be a dad. In observance of those singular parents, let us raise a glass and give thanks.
Intrepid Guy, dad & adventurous soul
Baby grouse drinking
Mountain Bluebird of happiness
Young buck browsing
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15 Jun 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: aurochs, Aztecs, bobcats, brood, conservation, cows, coyotes, domesticated turkeys, Europe, fossils, golden eagles, great horned owls, Grit, habitat degradation, hen, iridescent bronzes, Janine Donoho, Meleagris gallopavo, MIGgy, Okanogan National Forest, plumage, poaching, ponderosa pine, reptilian ancestors, Spaniards, success stories, Thanksgiving, tom, Turkey, twitterpated, understory, wild turkey
Flock of wild toms
During our nearly 200 hikes yearly, we revel in seasonal birdlife, although twitterpated spring and wildcare summer offer choicest viewing times. As avian couples woo and mate, then raise their young, you glimpse variations on parenting themes. For wild turkeys, commitment shy toms have all the fun while hens band together to raise their broods.
Full plumage tom
Treed tom
A slow-mo hike along an old logging road in Okanogan National Forest with our fourteen pound predator, otherwise known as Mighty Italian Greyhound (MIGgy), prompts spontaneous flushing of a Meleagris gallopavo from the underbrush. As often happens, this wild tom exceeds cartoonish expectations by being quick on the wing, cunning, and beautifully feathered in iridescent bronzes and greens with the hallmark scaled legs and wattle reminiscent of its reptilian ancestors. Its verbal complaint while flying resembles gobbled outrage rather than the silly preschool sound human throats make. Once the tom alights on a ponderosa pine branch, MIGgy takes a victory lap. Wild turkeys protecting their territory can be aggressive. Who can blame them when so many end up on dinner tables? So give the hound a nod.
Why does the turkey cross the logging road? It’s all about food, water, and shelter. Like us, turkeys appreciate the finer things in life. For our local populations that means established ponderosa forests, where turkeys feast upon seeds and fruits along with occasional insects and a chaser of grit—yum! Hens hollow out ground nests in debris at bases of trees and shrubs, but roost on higher limbs due to rapacious coyotes, bobcats, raccoons, mountain lions, raptors, and—yes, us. They’re also one of this nation’s few conservation success stories, returning from populations of 30,000 birds in the early 1900s to over 7,000,000 today. Evidently the idea of facing an empty Thanksgiving platter roused our national fervor to deal with habitat degradation and poaching.
Wild thing, I think I love ya…
With their dense bone structure, turkey fossil records date back to over 5,000,000 years ago. Undomesticated birds are no more like their meal-on-the-talon version than cows are like fierce and extinct aurochs. Today we incapacitate domesticated turkeys by favoring massive breasts that overbalance the poor beasties—and no, we’re talking meaty breasts versus silicon here. This trend began five hundred years ago, spreading to a global phenomenon when Spaniards made off with turkeys domesticated by Aztecs. The bird’s eponymous name may originate from early transport through Turkey on their way to Europe.
Wily tom heading for deep cover
So today, up with turkeys. Yes, call me twitterpated.
Turkey hens & brood
What local birds raise your spirits? How do you enhance their habitat?
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08 Jun 2015
by janinedonoho
in A Change of View
Tags: autoimmune, bad cartoon fall, British Columbia, broken nose, cherry blossom, Cherry blossoms, ergonomic cane, hematoma, hikes, Ides of March, Intrepid Guy, Janine Donoho, Japanese, Nina Sophia, Penticton, petite aventures, Sakura no Kisetsu, setbacks, ultralight
The illusive Sakura no Kisetsu
Throughout March’s billowy gusts and slushy melts, I learned one hundred Japanese words and phrases promised to express 1,000 ideas. Two hour hikes with Nina Sophia filled with practice sessions until she recognized “O-tearai wa loko desu ka?” as an important question, although probably not as “Where’s the bathroom?” By the Ides of March, I knew the names of the snow monkeys inhabiting Jigokudani Park. My 21-inch ultralight suitcase was packed and ready to go for a month of Sakura no Kisetsu—cherry blossom season—in Japan. Except that’s not what happened.
Instead I picked Intrepid Guy up from the Penticton, B.C. on his way to a hospital stay followed by six to eighteen months of trudging toward remission. Trust me, we’d have preferred Sakura no Kisetsu. I unpacked my luggage in half an hour, and then stashed it on a high shelf where I wouldn’t be confronted daily with wretchedness. Except that’s not what happens.
As my sweet guy tackles this autoimmune nightmare with a medieval regime of drugs that fail to address the issue while killing what was once an entirely beneficial immune system, I’ve put my head down to get through it—again. Frankly, this “leaning in” attitude has gone on a decade too long. Instead of cherry blossoms, we’ve changed course. Yes, I serve as Intrepid Guy’s support system, and he keeps his eyes on the prize of reclaimed health. Even so, I’m discovering petite aventures that keep me close enough for the daily toil, yet allow me to plump up my dehydrated spirits. A
Mt. St. Helen’s knee
trip north to Penticton, British Columbia, went well until a bad cartoon fall left me with a Mt. St. Helen’s hematoma on one knee, a broken nose, and a jaw that’s not quite right. After six weeks, an ergonomic cane suffices for those times when the healing knee buckles. Still I’m back to condensed jaunts elsewhere, which alleviate a graceless tendency to gnaw my own paws. Today I muse over how others deal with setbacks—or worse.
What kinds of setbacks have you experienced? How did you deal?
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01 Jun 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: Blue Queens, deer-resistant, Dragon's Blood, drought resistant, high desert, Janine Donoho, Lamb's ears, Monarch butterfly, Monet, mule deer, narcissus, Peonies, perennial, Perennial Seed List, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Spring garden rooms, xeriscape, zones 1-3
Iris glory
The earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Peonies grown from seed
Narcissus joy
And more peonies…
With my edible annuals uncurling their cotyledons toward the sun, it’s time to inhale deeply and appreciate our other garden rooms. As a huge fan of perennials in this high desert environ, I cherish wandering through a decade of xeriscape plantings. Along the way, survivors offer a high-five while I note the vacant places. Perennial doesn’t mean forever, after all.
Before
Then I let my gaze go fuzzy. That’s when textures and colors melt into paintscapes reminiscent of Monet as I plan what edits to make this year. After scribbling a few notes, it’s lovely to settle on one of numerous perches—mostly granite—and absorb both view and birdsong while breathing lush air transformed by plant life.
For your pleasure and because gardeners love to share, I offer a download of my treasured perennial list. Having cultivated an excess of three hundred and fifty plant seeds here—all chosen for zones 1-3, deer- and drought-resistance along with their bountiful exuberance—these mighty ones form the structural backbone. Most of them nourish wildlife ranging from Monarch butterfly to mule deer.
Now relax and enjoy this walk in my gardens with me.
Lamb’s ears
What’s your approach to gardening? Are you primarily a fan of annuals or perennials?
Garden – J-9’s Favorite Perennial Seed List
Dragon’s Blood Sedum
Luminous whites
Gorgeous purples
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25 May 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: Alfred Hitchcock, baboon, big horn sheep, Botany, cannonball fruit, conservation biology, courtship song, diurnal, elephants, Ernest Hemingway, ginger garden, gonads, Indian wolf, jambul, Janine Donoho, Japanese ornithologist, John Steinbeck, Jurong Bird Park, lime juice, mata puteh, National Orchid Gardens, nocturnal, orangutans, predators, pythons, Raffle's, rainforest, recipe, rhizomes, Rudyard Kipling, Seng Poh, sharma, Singapore, Singapore Botanical Gardens, Singapore Slings, Somerset Maugham, songbirds, Symphony Lake, territorial song, tiger, Tiong Bahru, travel, Tyersall Avenue, University of Washington, Zoological Gardens, Zoology
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. – John Steinbeck
Jurong Bird Park
White tiger enclosure
Travel to Singapore coincided with Intrepid Guy’s work. While waiting for his ship, we explored the numerous historical sites including Raffle’s writers’ bar once frequented by Somerset Maugham, Alfred Hitchcock, Ernest Hemingway, and my personal favorite, Rudyard Kipling. There we imbibed overpriced and watery Singapore Slings.
While squeaky clean Singapore has much to recommend it, this trip came shortly after taking my conservation biology degree at University of Washington. Some of my favorite memories include close interactions with pythons, orangutans, and elephants. The lingering tartness of lime juice, imbibed by the pint, recalls traipsing through Singapore Botanical Gardens where their National Orchid Gardens nestles between scenic Tyersall Avenue, Symphony Lake, and the ginger garden, where high humidity and heat released spicy aromatics from the rhizomes.
Tiger by night
Baboon enclosure
We lingered through the mind-boggling greens of rainforested afternoon into dusk, then full night at the Zoological Gardens, where natural features like water moats and growing barriers separate human predators from rainforest natives. During daylight we ogled diurnal inhabitants, and then scanned twilight for nocturnal activities. The cannonball fruit clustered along hanging walkways called to mind the supersized gonads of male bighorn sheep. And no, zoologists don’t blush when making these admittedly odd associations.
Cannonball fruit
The delights of Jurong Bird Park paved my path to a coffee shop in the triangle where Tiong Bahru and Seng Poh roads meet. There I lingered on my last Sunday morning with a Japanese ornithologist whose English surpassed my Japanese. On a lattice above us dangled ornate cages holding single birds clustered together in breed specific groupings. Mostly eyes and voices, white-eyed mata putehs, black crested jambuls, and sharmas—whose showy tail feathers exceed their body length—congregated weekly to practice their songs while their owners boasted. As the songbirds trained for future competitions, their complex singing washed over us. I found myself overcome by both their resilient and yet fragile beauty along with my unexpected grief—how else could a confined bird learn her song? The birds’ courtship and territorial songs haunt me still. An exquisite cage is still a cage.
Why the caged bird sings
Now enjoy this recipe for my favorite lime drink
Lime drink – yum!
Ingredients:
- 3-4 limes
- 840 ml / 4 c cold water
- 90 g / 3 tbsp sugar
- 140 ml / 1 c boiling water
How to make Lime Drink:
- Wash and wipe dry limes. Roll each lime on table with palm to soften it.
- Cut lime skin as thinly as possible. Do not cut the white part as it will make the drink bitter.
- Pour freshly boiled water over lime skin and sugar.
- Stir till sugar dissolves. Cover for 10-15 minutes. Cool.
- Cut limes crosswise and squeeze juice.
- Strain lime juice and syrup into a glass jug.
- Add cold water and mix well.
- Cool in refrigerator before serving.
Nocturnal Indian wolf
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18 May 2015
by janinedonoho
in A Change of View
Tags: Banana Legs tomatoes, basils, bear, bird netting, Bulldog okra, chipmunks, Corno di Toro Rosso peppers, cucumbers, deer, Dinosaur zucchini, Dragon Tongue beans, Earth Whispers, eggplants, fruits, Garden of Eating, garden rooms, hoops, Janine Donoho, marigold, marmots, Mediterranean garden, melons, moose, nasturtium, natural deterrents, New Queen melons, perennial flowers, Planet Earth, predatory insects, seed catalogs, shrubs, squirrels, Stars and Stripes eggplant, Sugar Cube melons, Sweet Baby Doll melons, tomatoes, vegetables, wildlife
In the beginning…
Even as our beautiful living space known as Planet Earth heats beyond her best health, when spring comes to these highlands, my yearning turns to my annual Mediterranean garden. When we moved here over a decade ago, we immediately laid out our garden rooms with the most sacrosanct going to my vegetable and fruit space. That’s the only one I’m unwilling to share with the local wildlife. Deer, bear, moose, marmots, squirrels, and chipmunks don’t share when it comes to succulent cucumbers, basils, tomatoes, melons, and eggplants.
Planting the mounds
Last year’s attempt to grow melons outside my fenced area ended with humorously frustrating views of a doe and her two fawns standing on the boxes as they tugged leaves and melons through the bird netting. Since I grow perennial flower and shrub offerings specifically for native fauna in other garden rooms, it’ll be aromatic herbs and greens in those vulnerable boxes this season. Hoops versus netting may allow me some share of the harvest, too. Lessons learned.
Native browsers
Seed catalogs brighten winter and this year’s fresh delights? Sweet Baby Doll, New Queen, and Sugar Cube melons; Stars and Stripes eggplant; Dinosaur zucchini; Banana Legs tomatoes; Bulldog okra; Dragon Tongue beans; and Corno di Toro Rosso peppers. These novelties join the reliable varieties leading to baskets of harvest. Surrounding those will be the usual suspects of carrot rainbows, piquant radishes, robust spinach, kale bliss, luscious chard, and lettuces with plenty of marigold and nasturtium to act as natural deterrents to predatory insects.
I wish you a productive gardening season, my friends, and hope you’ll share your successes, too.
What do you love to grow in your gardens? Please share those experiments that led to ah-ha moments.
These beauties love my vegetable patch too much.
Previous season with garden helper.
The why of it.
Melons and salad
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11 May 2015
by janinedonoho
in A Change of View
Tags: Algarve, April Fair, Greece, infinite perspective, Italy, Janine Donoho, language submersion, Lao Tzu, Lisbon, mint tea, Morocco, Open arrivals, Peruvian musicians, Plains Indians, Plan A, Portugal, Seville, Spain, The Atlantic, Turkey
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. – Lao Tzu
Infinite perspectives
Seville April Fair
Travel tactics adapt well to life in general and writing, specifically. My favorite journeys coincide with few fixed plans and an open view of what can be experienced in the moment. Yes, I relish travel books that highlight the amazing, and even rank options according to what I hope to explore.
Fishermen of the Algarve in Portugal
Dependent on the time available, Plan A receives the most attention, then on to B, C…what I call ‘guerilla tourism.’ That equates with focusing on impactful choices first. This approach leaves ample room for unexpected delights and curiosity-driven jaunts, which often lead to the road less traveled along with amazing connections. It helps if you’re open to making animal sounds when language fails.
There have been places where I considered living for a while—say six months or more. Areas of Spain, Morocco, Turkey, Greece, Portugal, and Italy still call to me. Wouldn’t it be exciting to absorb language through submersion? My attitude? Not dead yet, so who knows what the future holds.
Hiking along the Atlantic in Portugal
Is there a place you’d like to inhabit for a time? What keeps you from doing so?
Peruvian musicians dressed as North American Plains Indians in Lisbon
Winding through old city Lisbon
An experience permeated by the scent & taste of mint tea
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04 May 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: belief system, Birchers, Birthers, Cesar Millan.Deniers, earth, Earth Day, Janine Donoho, mulch, recipe, red clay, rehabilitation effort, scientific basis, seed balls, Seeds, struggling planet, whisperer, whispers
My spring garden
A proposal: let’s make every day Earth Day. Yes, my hair’s still on fire over climate change, yet I’m learning to walk the walk of a calm-assertive. Thank you, Cesar Millan. This approach comes from dealing with those fearful aggressives known as Deniers, Birthers, and Birchers (DBBs). Just call me an earth whisperer.
Recycling old seeds into balls
Those of us who recognize there’s no valid connection between actual scientific basis and personal belief systems need to set rules, boundaries and limitations. Consider it a rehabilitation effort on behalf of our struggling planet.
Clay & seeds
That means no more caving to fabricated ‘beliefs’ that harm our planet. Calmly and assertively explain that tactics used by corporate shills are the same dishonest strategies used by tobacco companies to ‘prove’ that smoking is good for you. And their response to pesky lung cancer? No causal relationship to their product. How has that turned out? With our entire support system aka Planet Earth at risk, where else do you plan to live?
Now invite your DBBs to make seed balls. Our high desert requires that we conserve moisture. Seed balls do just that. Besides, who wouldn’t find unity in this fun activity? Here’s the recipe I use:
- 2 parts mulch (certified organic mushroom mulch is my fave)
- 5 parts powdered red clay
- 1-2 parts water
- 1-2 parts seeds*
- Mixing tub
- Cardboard box to dry and store seed balls
Seed ball mixture
Directions:
- Combine mulch, clay, and 1 part water thoroughly. Go for a lump free version and slowly add more water until your mixture’s the consistency of toy store molding clay.
- Add your seeds* and more water as necessary, then knead the mixture until well mixed.
- Pinch off bits of the mixture and roll into balls about an inch in diameter. The texture should hold together easily, so add more water if it’s too crumbly.
- Dry your seed balls for 24-48 hours in a shaded place. Too much heat causes cracks.
- Once they’re dry, sow or store in cardboard containers, since plastic bags can lead to unintended germination.
- When you sow your seed balls, opt for the gentle toss method versus careful placement. Tossing’s way more fun and for me, precision hasn’t led to better results. Please don’t bury or water them, though.
A few seed dried seed balls
That’s it. Our first Earth Day project. Consider this 1 part invitation and 2 parts love note to our earth. I’ll share more delights in the future and hope you’ll do the same.
*Some recommend using one species of seed in each ball. I’m not a purist and like the surprises that come from mixing whatever drought- and deer-resistant flower seeds I have. Mine are all rated for zones 1-3, but make sure yours suit your local environs.
How are you finding ways to contribute to the health of our earth? What are you doing to minimize your impact?
When joy happens
Color & texture
Reflections of beauty
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27 Apr 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: Aegisthus, Agamemnon, Anatolian, burial site, Clytemnestra, doors, gateway, Greece, Hilaire Belloc, history, horizon, imagination, incest, invectives, Janine Donoho, language, murder, northern Africa, Orestes, Peloponnesian, Pemukkale, rape, spirit, travel, treachery, Trojan Wars, Turkey, windows
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment. – Hilaire Belloc
Egyptian passageway
Doorways, windows, and gates always feel like a call to adventure. This proves especially true while taking in the view in Peloponnesian Greece while pivoting
Bronze age bath
around in Agamemnon’s ruined bath chamber. Experience delicious shivers when you remember that this is the scene of ancient crime. Upon Agamemnon’s return from the Trojan Wars, his wife Clytemnestra killed him to be with her lover Aegisthus. Then Orestes, her and Agamemnon’s son, murdered his mother in revenge before going mad with guilt.
History’s rampant with rape, murder, incest, and treachery—the substance of legend, myth, and story. Discoveries arise when you take a much needed break on
Anatolian burial site
an Anatolian burial platform outside Pemukkale, Turkey. Or as you stand outside one of Malaysia’s ornate gates, where invented stories feed into your creativity about who lives behind them.
In Northern Africa I learned the phrase, “Your mother would be ashamed,” after inescapable brushes with roving gangs of
Valley of the Kings
menacing boys. For those interested, it’s سيسبب عملك هذا الخزي لأمك! Sadly the pronunciation has moved beyond recall. My rendition usually garnered laughter while temporarily redirecting hooligans from tormenting innocent animals. Useful, huh?
Travel feeds spirit, imagination, and stretches your world view. You bump up against cultures and languages that expand your horizon exponentially. You gain language skills, especially polite ones, although I confess to a joy in adding foreign invectives to my vocabulary, too.
Portal to ancient Egypt
Welcome to another view of travels with moi. Enjoy and allow me to wish you joy in your journeys, too.
How have language skills expanded your travel? What do you wish you knew then that you know now?
Beautiful door & man
Doorways
Cattail gate
More beautiful doors – Morocco
Red gate Kuala Lumpur
Egyptian passageways
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20 Apr 2015
by janinedonoho
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Tags: agora, Amalfi Coast, Anais Nin, Athens, automobiles, backpacks, BFF, Blue Mosque, Cappedocia, Capri, Change of State, Ephesus, Greece, Greek ferry, hardiness, humor, Intrepid Guy, Italy, Janine Donoho, mishaps, Mycenae, Naples National Archaeological Museum, Napoli, Pamukkale, Perseia fountain, planes, Pompeii, resilence, Samos, Selçuk, soccer, trains, trolley tracks, Turkey
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. – Anais Nin
Intrepid Guy hiking the Amalfi Coast
When I finally coaxed Intrepid Guy to take a full month to travel with me, we chose a more ambitious route than my BFF trip. Yes, still backpacks, but Italy, Greece, and Turkey via planes, trains, and automobiles.
Capri
Consider the taxi in Napoli as our driver popped onto and off of active trolley tracks all the while exclaiming, “Is okay, is okay.” Yes, the Naples National Archaeological Museum was worth it. The same can be said when Greek ferry system imploded during a soccer match.
After that, it took us three attempts to cross from Athens to Samos, then on to Selçuk on the Turkish mainland. Along the way, we experienced the plush travel of Turkish buses,
Gateway to Ephesus’ agora
complete with attendants and hot towels, and the disrepair of their 1960’s trains. Visualize a midnight lurch to the bathroom with gaping holes in the floor.
Between worker strikes for trains leaving Italy, taxis in Athens, and ferries running aground, we developed resilience and our senses of humor. As with most pursuits, at some point you consign yourself to whatever passes for a higher power and go with it. Let the joy begin.
Bus to Cappadocia
How have you developed hardiness during your travels? What mishaps turned into singular experiences?
Blue Mosque Dome
Ancient kitchen – Pompeii
Mustafa and I – Pamukkale
Passage to the Perseia fountain in Mycenae
Happy travelers in Pamukkale
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