Some of our fruit tree experiments have been wildly successful, and some less so. The peaches were too susceptible to curl, and I eventually gave up on them. The cherries are a definite win. The plums… I haven’t quite decided. But last year, after having given up on peaches, I decided to give up on the apricots as well. They kept wanting to outgrow the space, they didn’t seem to like being espaliered into the shape I’d intended, and most importantly I hadn’t seen any fruit.

Being pregnant and then with a newborn, I promptly did nothing about it — except to ignore the trees. Pruning would be a waste, because I fully intended to remove the trees anyway. And there they remained, growing larger and less espaliered, but still slated for destruction, until early this spring, when I noticed that one of them was bearing fruit. Not just a little fruit, either — big clusters of rapidly growing, hard green apricots.

I couldn’t possibly take out the trees now. I had to at least find out if they would really bear.

Answer: yes. Perhaps it’s the not-pruning technique, perhaps the tree just matured, perhaps it heard my murderous thoughts and set fruit in sheer desperation. But the other day Mica and I went out to check the fruit and were able to eat the first golden apricot from our own tree.


For a while I pretended to debate on what to do. After all, the tree was producing fruit, but only now that it was a great gangly thing, highly unlike the neat little espalier I’d intended. Was it worth it? Then I looked around my garden, admitted to myself that “neat” is something that only happens sporadically, and went with the obvious decision. Of course it can stay. It produced apricots.

New Things — Camping

For some reason camping just seems like one of those things we should do with our children. I don’t know why; my family never camped that I remember, although neighbors took us kids out a couple of times, and we were welcome to “camp” out in our woods as we got older. But ever since Nathan was little I’ve imagined taking him out camping, as though it’s one of those Necessary Family Experiences.

We do not, however, have any of the gear required for real hard-core camping. Or any of the experience required. So I decided to start us out very gentle, with Camping Lite. We rented a yurt for one night at Champoeg State Park, which is close enough that we could always bail and run for home at the worst.



This was truly the lightest touch of camping imaginable: we showed up with food and bedding, cooked hot dogs, roasted marshmallows, took a short walk in the woods, and then it was practically bedtime. After breakfast the next morning it was time to head out so Dave could go to work. End of camping.




But it was highly successful. The kids loved our new little house, and exploring the space, and eating outdoors. There was a little difficulty with getting the baby to sleep, but otherwise everything went pretty smoothly. Nathan in particular was very sorry to leave so soon, which I guess is the right idea — always leave them wanting more, right?


And now I think we’re ready to tackle the next baby step in our camping journey: staying two nights at Fort Steven’s park, later this year.

And She’s Off…

It’s often hard to determine the exact moment when your baby officially becomes a walker. Is it when she can easily cruise around with the support of only a single adult finger? When she walks with the aid of furniture? When she takes those first wobbly steps alone? Regardless, I think at the point the baby can do bipedal laps around the house without any kind of aid, she is definitely there.



She has even mastered that final skill of standing up without having anything (like a parent’s leg) to pull herself up on. She is now officially fully mobile.

The End Of Year Revels

The entire last week at the Village Free School was a series of activities, partly to send the year off with a bang, and partly I think to compensate for the fact that the school, living as it is in rented space, needed to be entirely packed up for the summer by the last day and therefore became increasingly barren of materials as the week went on. On Tuesday our vehicle joined a small caravan headed to a llama farm, where we got to feed and pet llamas and watch (from a distance) a new baby llama. The baby was adorable; the other llamas were cautiously friendly; and Mica, who is fascinated at this age with the concept of other creatures, went absolutely nuts whenever we got close to a llama. Waving her arms and bouncing in her sling and laughing excitedly… It’s a good thing these were pretty laid-back llamas.

Wednesday the school had rented an inflatable obstacle course, which was set up in the parking lot outside the building. “I’d hate for other schools to feel bad about themselves,” I heard someone say as we watched the course being inflated, “but free school rocks.” The entire school was lined up when the course opened, cheering on each person who went in. Nathan and Ryan were a little hesitant about joining in during the initial mob, but after the first rush, activity slowed down and mostly centered around the younger kids, and they both got in a bunch of runs. Meanwhile I set up a suminigashi station in another area. At first business was slow, but as people got their fill of the obstacle course a few of them wandered over to try it out. Probably only half a dozen kids really got into it, but it was fun to watch them work on it.




My boys declined heading to the coast with the school on Thursday, which I thought was sort of insane, but they were adamant. Probably they’d have gone if I’d gone with them, but I wasn’t quite up for that long of a drive with Mica. But on Friday we finished out the year with one last day at the school. I offered a tie-dye activity which probably fifteen to twenty people took me up on, and which went very well despite Mica’s help. Crucially, several other adults stepped in to help with things, and I also had the chance to appreciate how willing the students were to take charge of certain aspects. With my hands often full of baby, I had good reason to demo things and then let a student or two become the local experts on that technique. I definitely counted it as a success, especially since several kids told me that want me to repeat it sometime, maybe at the back-to-school camp out in fall.

And with that, our schedule has shifted. Two days a week at VFS seemed to fill up our time disproportionately; now I have the blank slate of summer to work with, and it feels wide open and full of possibilities.

Berry Season

It’s a great pleasure to harvest anything out of the garden — spinach and snap peas and asparagus are all amazing when they’re fresh and sweet. But I must admit that I have a special place in my heart for the first berries. When I see bits of red I begin to prowl the berry patches each day, searching out the very first little morsels to share around in the family. Well, maybe the second morsels. As the gardener I feel I have some claim to the very first taste of the season.


This year I have, for the third and final time, the extra pleasure of introducing a baby to berries. Like her brothers, Mica has needed no urging to enjoy them.


Just A Picture


Baby Science

  1. Hey, what’s that?
  2. What does it taste like?
  3. What happens when I whack it?
  4. Ooh, what if I whack it against something else?
  5. Can it be rubbed against the floor/dissected with teeth/pulled apart?
  6. How far can I throw it?
  7. Well that was… Hey, what’s that?

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