gardening – Jenny Wren

Tuesday Update – Feeling Fruitful

23 June, 2026

Happy Solstice! My corner of the Pacific Northwest welcomed midsummer with unending days of sunshine and heat advisories. Yes, in some parts of the world 85+ degree weather deserves a heat advisory!

Writing has been going well, but I don’t have very many (interesting) updates.

There’s a new essay over on Medium. If you want to learn the secret of life, you can read about it here (no subscription required).
I completed about 4500 words for The Ragman.

Summer is hard for writing, because I have so many other tasks I must tend to so we can cope with late stage capitalism nonsense. We have also had a few new responsibilities on our plate for this beautiful homestead that we are able to call home, as the owner has been dealing with a few emergencies and we are helping all we can. Thus, although the writing isn’t too difficult, finding the time is.

I have set a personal goal to publish on Medium once weekly(ish), and to keep up with Tuesday updates here on the blog. Otherwise, my limited writing time will be dedicated to churning out around 5,000 words on the Ragman project every week. I’m not going to beat myself up if I don’t achieve these goals every week, but I am going to try to stay accountable via this blog.

As for daily life:

Today, Mozy and I bottled the rhubarb wine. It needs to age for six months, so it will be ready to drink around the winter solstice. I foresee breaking open a bottle for the holidays!

We also transferred the cherry wine from the fermenter into a carboy fitted with an airlock. We will rack it again in two months, as cherries need a couple of rackings for clarity. After four months of further fermenting in the carboy, we will bottle it and then age it for one year. Yes, cherry requires a bit more work and time compared to rhubarb. It will be ready in October 2027.

Everything is clean and sterilized, ready for whatever we brew next, I’m not sure what, quite yet, but will update once we decide!

Cherry and strawberry season is also upon us. I spent the morning hulling and slicing 8 lbs of strawberries. They are in the dehydrator. I’m debating on whether or not to make strawberry jam. It is the least popular jam in the house and for gifting, and we still have 10 half-pints left from last year. The dehydrated strawberries are excellent for snacking, and I also use them for making dessert toppings and in baking throughout the winter. I may do some more, if the patch produces more than we are able to enjoy fresh!

As for cherries, right now there are 30 lbs in the fridge in need of pitting and preserving. These will become both cherry jam and pints of plain cherries (for use in pies or simply eating as a side, like one would with canned peaches). I have a couple jars of each left from last summer, but we go through a lot of cherries. Possibly because they are my favorite fruit!

Otherwise, life is quiet. We do the usual chores of a household trying to live minimally off the broken systems that rule our current world. We garden, forage, and tend to the property. We bake bread a couple of times a week, and do it ourselves with found objects as much as we can. We look out for our neighbors, help those whom we can, and commiserate with those whom we can’t.

Life is hard, but that is no reason to compromise on the values that make you a beautiful and unique person. Yes, we all make mistakes and sometimes allow circumstances, rather than what we believe in, guide our choices. I know I do it sometimes. That doesn’t mean we make excuses for it — part of being a part of the solution is accepting responsibility for, or at the very least acknowledging, our mistakes. We simply accept our fallibility and try to do better next time.

Two steps forward and one step back is still progress. We all must do our best, especially when it is hard. The good news is, we don’t have to do it alone. I got you!

Always yours in hope,

Tuesday Update – In the Thick of It

We discovered a dawn redwood seedling in a cage full of weeds. Gonna have to clean that up so the little one can thrive!

I do wish I had more news from the writing front to share this week, but I do not. Okay, a bit of a lie. I reworked about 6,000 words of Ragman into a better form. I was hitting a wall. Not so much a wall, but a stumbling block. The issue? I had three strong characters all vying for the limelight – Ragman, Blue, and Indigo (yes, there is a reason why two characters are named after colors that lie close together on the spectrum, although one character is a mostly human woman and the other is a dog, well, a Grim to be exact). Holy run-on parenthetical, Batman!

Anyway, I worked out the head butting that was occurring with these three so that they can share the stage in a mostly sensible manner, so I hope to start moving forward with the story itself this week. I hope to give a more concrete update next week!

My reading has been all over the place. I am almost finished with TJ Klune’s “In the Lives of Puppets.” Barring something horrible happening in the last couple of chapters, which I am not concerned about because I adore Klune’s work, this will be a whole-hearted recommendation for anyone looking for a bit of queer fantasy lit. I typically describe Klune’s work as pre-hopecore. Why? Because he catches that fleeting bit of time when the dystopia is dying and hope is just about to be sown anew. Klune’s work leaves me heartbroken but hopeful, which is quite powerful since the real world we live in also leaves me heartbroken but overflowing with hope each and every day.

I’ve also been plowing through various bits of non-fiction. I finished my re-read of Mark Boyle’s Moneyless Manifesto, I will finish Live Without Money: Building Fair and Sustainable Economies tonight or tomorrow, and I will begin Eisenstein’s Sacred Economics tonight or tomorrow. The first two are recommends, for sure, and the last one likely will be as well. At least for those of my readers that are sick and tired of what the industrial revolution has resulted in, economically speaking.

Seriously – we industrialized just so we can make squishy toys and Pokemon cards? Really? This is why I read hopecore fantasy for relaxation, people!

Finally…FINALLY…we are doing so much work on the property. We dug out a sawmill from 18 wheelbarrow loads of partially composted sawdust. It had been overtaken by blackberries that had rooted in the sawdust (the sawmill sits atop asphalt, so the blackberries couldn’t root any deeper thankfully). We have hauled so much scrap to the brush pile that we may need to build a new one. We also discovered an entire sequoia tree buried underneath blackberries at the foot of our lane. The tree is healthy, and will likely be more so now that it is exposed to the light.

We also found time to start a batch of cherry wine, to dehydrate 15 pounds of rhubarb, to celebrate Mozy’s birthday (my partner), to pass all of my university courses this quarter, tend to the garden, do general (non-clean-up) yard work, work at the bookstore, drink beer and play darts, practice violin, and somehow, miraculously, to sleep.

Summer is both my favorite season and my busiest, which is exactly how it should be!

Go forth in hope, friends!

Tuesday Update — Time Off

I took a week off, simply because we all sometimes need to take a week off. A week off from blogging or publishing an essay doesn’t mean a week off from life, of course. I fit a lot of living into the week, although most of that wasn’t with a pen in hand or in front of a keyboard.

No, my week “off” was spent tending these beautiful 12 acres that we are privileged to share with the owner, our good neighbor and friend. We cleaned up the orchard, so that it can continue to flourish and provide 90 percent of our fruit needs (and desires). We did battle with the blackberry hedges lining the lane before they devoured all.

{Note: I have a deep belief that blackberries will eventually be classified as carnivorous. They envelop and ensnare all who venture too closely to their thorns. As their hapless prey writhes and dies in the bramble, the bodies then decompose and feed the soil, and thus the (carnivorous) blackberry canes can feast.}

We cleaned up areas of our neighbor’s property that he has trouble tending to, because aging is a bitch. We weeded and trimmed, and swept out areas where accumulation tends to, well, accumulate. Much of the debris was organic, with the worst bits going to the brush and mulch pile in the woods, and the best bits going to the compost pile. What wasn’t organic was sorted, cleaned, recycled, or disposed of, as was fitting.

I can look out my window and see the results of our labor. It feels good. This is why I will never be anti-work, although I am anti-pointless work for profit instead of for good sense. There is a difference and there is nuance. It is best that we remember that.

Some of the week was spent on indoor pursuits. I dehydrated a metric ton (slight exaggeration) of rhubarb for snacking and baking. We started a batch of cherry wine. I baked bread, lots of bread. Our daily loaf, of course, along with a standard loaf for grilled sandwiches and lots of buns for summer use. These go in the freezer, a useful contraption. The mending pile is empty, all the socks darned and the seams repaired. I even began working on the gift list items for the latter half of the year!

You see, I spend a lot of time working with my brain, for what it is worth. Sometimes it is better to work with one’s hands. This is the type of week it was, and my hands and body are grateful for the chance to be useful.

Life is for living. Go live it!

As always, yours in hope,

Tuesday Update — Discombobulated

26 May

Remember the change I mentioned last week? It has discombobulated me a bit more than I thought it would. Side note — isn’t discombobulated a simply delicious word? I love it!

Anyway, here I am, a full week in and I made the mistake I always make, I thought I could do everything with a dash of even more. Usually this starts well enough, but ends in flames. I think, maybe, perhaps, I caught this before I exploded into a fiery ball of burn out and exhaustion. How did I do this? I’m taking a day, today in fact, to sit around and restructure my time and to freaking relax.

It’s raining, that pleasant and invigorating rain of early summer. Playing hooky today is also invigorating, as any sort of rebellion tends to be. Wish me luck!

Writing Updates:

No weekly Medium essay this time. This is part of my playing hooky and reassessment of my time usage. I fully expect to be back in fine fettle next week, so I shall deliver an essay then.

My other main writing work has been either for our friend the Ragman, or it has been personal exploratory work as I figure out the shape of my life for the next few months, at least. Not the sort of stuff I share publically, although it is the sort of stuff that future essays are often born of. Think of exploratory writing as the Orion Nebula — a nursery for the future words that will ignite into new stars.

Reading Updates:

I finished rereading Living the Good Life by Helen and Scott Nearing. I’m still working through my reread of Mark Boyle’s The Moneyless Manifesto.

In new reads, as in I haven’t read them before, I am chugging away at Sanderson’s Elantris — I adore this book, but it is slow going because it is a heavier epic fantasy with lots of moving parts, and my summer brain isn’t quite up to the work. So a chapter a day, most days, is my limit. Still, read Sanderson if you haven’t. He’s a nice break from the “romantasy” that has taken over and watered down my favorite genre.

Of course, three books isn’t enough, so I also started reading Ecotopia Emerging by Ernest Callenbach. I read his classic Ecotopia years ago, but wasn’t aware that there was a follow up. The suggested reads on openlibrary.org revealed it to me, and lo and behold, it was available to borrow for free!

Survive & Thrive:

Two words for you — rhubarb candy! We have so much rhubarb and it is mainly useful only when heavily sugared in a dessert. True, I like it sliced fine in a slaw, or stewed down as a base for a barbecue sauce or dressing, but its usage is fairly limited.

On a whim, I tossed some sliced rhubarb with some honey and chili powder, then dehydrated it in the electric dehydrator. Oh my! It’s a lovely tart treat with a flavor reminiscent of Mexican chamomile candies and a texture like a gummy bear! A delicious addition to certain rice and wild rice dishes, chicken salad, or any salad really. I even sprinkled some on top of a pesto pizza and it was divine. Anywhere that you would use dried cranberries, raisins, or a bit of tart fruit in a savory dish works well. I imagine it would do really well with pork dishes, too!

The rest has been standard — we transferred the rhubarb wine to a carboy to finish out over the next three weeks, then we shall bottle it. Our next decision is what to get into the fermenting bucket next! I gave all of our herbs a haircut and dried the excess for future use. The beans, peas, lettuce, mustard, and spinach germinated, but my cucumber and zucchini seeds may be too old so I will likely be picking up seedlings somewhere this week.

We had to put netting over the strawberry patch because the squirrels are eating all the leaves! Usually we don’t need to protect them until they start to produce berries. We also tended to a lot of chores. Like weeding around the trees, mainly to remove blackberry vines that tangle around the trunks. We also cleaned the moss and tree debris off our lane. I like how it looks, but that much debris is hard on the asphalt and it can become slick to drive on, so needs must.

There is also the usual weekly stuff I don’t really talk about — making all our meals at home, baking bread, tending the garden, foraging, fixing stuff that breaks, hunting down or making replacements for things that can’t be fixed (and preferably doing this without spending any money), drinking beer on the deck, chatting with neighbors and friends, playing darts, and practicing my fiddle. You know, the stuff of living.

As always, yours in hope,

Tuesday Update – Compromise

A harvest from a year or two ago. Hoping for another abundant summer!

Everything can and will change. It doesn’t matter if it is our own hand that sets change in motion, it can still be a bit discombobulating when it descends with one fell swoop.

I was swooped by change, which I set in motion, on Friday. The swoop came in the form of a job — wage pay — which was something I had hoped to be done with when I left the plant nursery last autumn.

It’s only part time. It is at a bookstore, thankfully. It will eat up some of my writing and living hours. I’m ambivalent, but right now a wage is integral to survival on our own terms.

Wish me luck.

Writing Updates:

My weekly piece on Medium is live. I took it easy this week and simply polished and printed one of the rambling pages from my journal. If you read it, you can see how I tend to organize my thoughts on paper when I think no one will ever read it.

How Can We Opt Out of the System That Is Killing Us All?

Most of my words this week, those not destined for my personal journal at least, went to my friend the Ragman. Literally. He finally stepped out of the shadows fully alive and ready to chat. Over the course of thousands of words, he revealed who he was (mostly), how he was, and even a bit of why he was. Not all of it, of course. A fellow has to keep a bit of his mystery.

He showed me the rules for his universe and introduced me to the web of hope, which stretches out along the Ley lines that connect time and place, moment by moment. I finally understand the world he has been inviting me to see.

I don’t really understand him, but I’m not sure if anyone really can. I’ll share a bit soon, but not yet.

Reading Updates:

I finished Katherine Hibbert’s Free. I will no longer link to it, nor will I give it further press after this. It was an engaging read, but something about it was setting off alarm bells. Perhaps it was the way that she scrounged after money the entire time she was squatting. Perhaps it was her refusal to hold any sort of ideology beyond getting whatever she could for free. Whatever it was, I decided to look up the author.

Ooooh boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Seems to me that she is a sell out and traitor of the worst kind. Apparently, her squatting adventure was simply a buildup to launching her own “guardianship”company, which has been in the news for fee/rent-gouging “guardians,” who are basically tenants with absolutely no rights who are “hired” to live in empty properties to keep squatters out. Hired in this case means unpaid. In fact, the guardians pay a fee (rent, if we are honest in our nomenclature) for the privilege of “guarding” the property. I find it sickening.

For nonfiction, I’ve moved on to re-reading two books: The Moneyless Manifesto by Mark Boyle, and Living the Good Life by Helen and Scott Nearing. Since I have read these both before, I can already recommend them. Both books have some issues. Boyle’s only issue is that one needs a healthy dose of idealism when reading his words, which is only a problem if the reader lets the idea of perfect get in the way of good enough. The issue with any of the Nearing’s writing is well known, and based off the fact that they glossed over some important details on how they financed the “good life,” but there is still so much good information in there (and I believe their hearts were in the right place), that I still recommend it as foundational reading.

As for nonfiction, I am still working through Sanderson’s Elantris. As I mentioned last week, I am on a nonfiction kick, so I am only reading a chapter or two a day.

Survive & Thrive

Beyond a wage job, we’ve been thriving a bit around here. The rhubarb wine gets siphoned into a demijohn today so that it can start its long ferment.

I’m working through the last of the fruit I canned last summer. A jar of blackberries went into two batches of scones, which I shared with some friends when I attended a get-together at one of their homes last week. I also present these friends with some jars of jam. As for me, I came home with a bottle of nice sparkling wine.

The garden is planted. Unfortunately I didn’t start any seeds this year, since I was unsure how I was going to garden with no existing beds and a deer issue. The procurement of the raised deck beds from the local Buy Nothing group solved the challenge. I planted lettuce, spinach, peas, cucumber, beans, carrots, and zucchini from seed, as I always have luck direct sowing these plants. Our older son’s partner gifted me tomato starts (and I returned the favor with some young raspberry canes and plant pots).

I visited a local grower for the rest, and did well. For minimal cash outlay ($8.71) I was able to get eight cabbage starts, four pepper starts, and 24 onion starts. We already have garlic growing in the raspberry and blueberry beds, as well as a healthy strawberry patch. For herbs we have sage, thyme, rosemary, parsley, basil, and tarragon. There are also elderberry and currant bushes, although these are still young and not very productive yet. I’ll expand more next year, but this is a good start.

We are still harvesting nettles and rhubarb, of course. Life is good, with the only thorn being the need for a wage job. That is the cost when one is on rented land, though. As much as I despise it, cash — not effort nor personal worth — is king.

Yours in hope,

Tuesday Update – Writer vs. Sunshine

The woods behind our home are carpeted in Pacific bleeding hearts. It’s much lovelier in person!

These non-stop blue skies are going to ruin the northwest girl. My expectations are being compromised. This may be the first spring that I am longing for rain instead of my usual longing for sunshine!

It is hard to do things indoors when the weather is so fine. Fortunately, there is a lot of work to do outside, too.

Writing Updates:

I have been sinking deeper into a big writing project. That’s right, The Ragman. Blue, Indigo, and the Ragman himself are becoming most insistent about their story being told. Thus, I must oblige!

What does this mean? My short story output and submissions have nearly come to a full halt. I’m even having a bit of trouble focusing on my regular nonfiction essays. Having trouble, but still managing to soldier on a bit!

If you need something to read, I put out an argument against clock-watching, with the help of the neighborhood dads (the jovial cock-robins). You can read Living Life On Robin Time, free of charge, on Medium.

The newsletter has been a tough nut to crack, but I still have this feeling in my bones that it is time to write one. You can read, once again free of charge, about my struggles with the newsletter, Substack, and (un)social media expectations. Read it here: I Don’t Know What I’m Doing On Substack, and I’m Cool With That.

Reading Updates:

Much of my reading is still taken up with that required for class. In that vein, I read an assortment of Phillis Wheatley-Peters’ poems, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, and part of the Decameron.

For pure entertainment, I finished Tress by Brandon Sanderson. This was my intro to Sanderson’s writing, and I must say I will be back for more! I loved the style, particularly of the narrator. It reminded me of the non-Xanth works of Piers Anthony, as well as the Princess Bride, but it was still a perfectly unique work that didn’t feel like it was aspiring to be anything but itself.

Survive & Thrive:

Mowse the kei truck is still in the shop. No word back yet on whether he can be repaired. Fingers crossed, because I would love to begin acting upon the idea I mentioned in last week’s update.

As for surviving and thriving around here, we are doing our best. We spent the weekend building a sunshade for our deck. The goal was to spend no money, and we achieved it! We built it from old lumber (we always stop to pick up lumber, whether it is from a free pile on the curb or lumber that has dropped off along the roadside from a poorly secured load). We did need one piece that we didn’t have, but a neighbor came through for us with just what we needed! I will spend the morning today painting the sunshade frame with leftover paint from past projects.

It’s also the week to put in the garden, so I will be busy between writing, school, and other tasks. Growing your own food, free of the industrial system, is a radical and revolutionary act, so I will find a way to get to it all!

Go forth in hope, my friends,

My Life With Spiders

Caught In Charlotte’s Web

It is still too dark to check on her.

Last night, I watched helplessly as she rushed to bundle up her home in the failing light, as rain lashed down and the wind blew. She hadn’t quite succeeded by the time I closed the blinds, but she was huddled up in a relatively safe and protected spot.

As dawn finally breaks over the eastern ridge, I hazard a peek through the blinds. Her home is immaculate, and she is perched comfortably in the center, her head down and waiting. I see the beginning haze of a cloud of gnats rising from the stinking laurel shrub below, and I am relieved that she will not go hungry today.

I call her Charlotte, for the obvious reason that she is an orb weaver spider, and I was one of the many children in this world who cried over E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web. Her home is a web that she has spun across the outside of my dining room window, mere feet from where I sit and write most days.

Autumn in the Pacific Northwest is aptly named “spider season” by the locals.

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Mad for Mould

A love letter to an unsung garden hero

Winter brings with it a green carpet. The November rains return in earnest to tell us winter is on her way. The grasses, dry and brown from summer heat, come alive in the cool dampness. Moss creeps over bare earth, ensuring every footstep is cushioned by emeralds.

Along with the green comes the leaves, tumbling down to land like jewels upon the lawn. Yellow, red, orange, and tawny brown compete for pride of place. Those leaves that still cling to skeletal branches stand out beautifully against the cold, grey skies. It is like a treasure has been spilt upon the ground from the benevolent heavens above.

In fact, it is the lawns and not the streets that are paved in gold. For the gardener, each leaf is more valuable than one would dare imagine.

It is my task on this late November day to collect the leaves.

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The Myth of the Patient Gardener

Garden lessons are life lessons

All great things start small. Photo by Filip Urban on Unsplash

Gardeners aren’t patient people.

Oh, it may appear to the uninitiated that gardeners are patient. How else do we wait so long for a seed to grow into a sprout and a sprout to grow large enough to produce a tomato? Who else can play a long game and plant a tree today knowing that it won’t provide shade enough to host a teddy bear picnic for at least another decade?

Yet, I still stand by my statement — gardeners ARE NOT patient people.

Nowhere is this more evident than in a new garden, particularly a new ornamental or cutting garden. All too often, in an effort to make the garden look full and established, small perennials are planted nearly on top of their neighbor.

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Caught In Charlotte’s Web

A love letter to an unsung garden hero

A recipe for community and self reliance

Garden lessons are life lessons