Monday, April 13, 2015

With Love,


Ever thought about becoming a foster parent? Me too—it took me about ten seconds to talk myself out of it. However, there are people who think it over then, put themselves through the rigorous application process wait for the phone to ring. It's usually not long before it does, sometimes in the middle of the night. I'm in awe of these families and grateful that they provide loving care to kids that need it most. Even though becoming a foster parent isn't right for my family, I still want to help. I also want to express my gratitude to those who do. Through With Love, we can all glorify foster care families.

With Love, is a non-profit, volunteer run organization that provides clothes, furniture, supplies, even toys and books for foster care families from birth to age five. Foster care families can come into the store and leave with the supplies they need for the children in their care at no expense all packaged With Love.

With Love, was founded by Allie Roth, a member of a group I attend. She gave our talk that day and laid bare her painful road to the joys of motherhood. All of which left her wondering, Who was I before all this? A feeling most mothers, me included, can identify with. Instead of holding on to her pain she decided to dedicate her loses, With Love, to foster care parents willing to open their homes to kids in need of a safety and stability.

Can you spot the kiddo?
Allie established With Love and started taking donated items. Her home was quickly overrun with clothes, furniture, supplies. At one point she had a room filled with five cribs and no place for her newest little girl. She knew there were other moms out there in a vast untapped talent pool who, like her, felt the call to contribute to something beyond their families and jobs. She put these talented women to work organizing, managing, and otherwise helping her run this new venture. Cars came and went in streams as women picked up clothing to launder and drop off clean items, and dropped into help with bundle and sort items. This left Allie humorously concerned that her neighbors might be wondering what it was she was trafficking.

Today, Allie has reclaimed her house, and With Love has moved into a warehouse location.

Hearing Allie speak, her words resonated. What could I do With Love, to make a positive impact in my community? What talents do I posses with which to help others? For many it will be joining Allie and her growing community of moms (dads and kids are welcome too!) for me it is using my words as a conduit for spreading her infectious energy to all that would feel the call to glorify foster care children and parents.

Freshly bundled items!
If you have little ones, save outgrown clothing items from newborn to size eight. They are always in special need of boys clothes size two-T to eight. If you go shopping for your baby, grab one bag of wipes for you and one for With Love. If your budget allows, a monetary donation goes a long way in a one-hundred percent volunteer run organization. If your schedule is flexible, sign up to help out at the store, creating bundles of clothes or sorting items, while enjoying some social time with other parents. You are encouraged to bring your kids to volunteer, and watch their confidence grow as their little hands do great works.

Check them out online. Like them on Facebook. Give them a helping hand in the name of someone you have loved and lost. Honor their memory by honoring foster care children and parents—With Love.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Book Review: Cows Save the Planet

Powell's Books · Barnes & Noble
Judith D Schwartz © 2013

Are you picturing cows in a blue spandex suit with an S on the front and flowing red cape? You are now… Moo.

Turns out that cows can, in fact, save the planet by doing what cows do best, eating, tramping the ground, and crapping everywhere. The by-product of such activity is rich top-soil, beef, milk, leather, clean air, and prosperous farmers and ranchers.

Wait, what?  I thought cows were bad for the environment.

This book primarily focuses on soil structure, retaining fresh water on land, and sequestering atmospheric CO2 in the soil where it supercharges microbiology. It is bursting with hope for our environment that doesn't require shutting down our economy and trading in cars for bicycles.

So what’s the beef?
Soil, herbivores and predators all evolved together. We need all three elements (or a close facsimile of predators) for grasslands (and farmlands) to thrive. Throughout earth's history, soil microbiology and fungi have worked together to provide anchorage, water, and liberated minerals and nutrients to plants.

In return, perennial plants with extensive root systems keep the soil aerated, protected, and—this was new to me—pump liquid carbon compounds deep into the soil. Whereas in bare soil, the water evaporates, the topsoil blows away in the wind or washes away with heavy rain, and sequestered carbon oxidizes and returns the atmosphere as CO2. Carbon is the basis for all organic life transactions and soil needs lots of it. Lucky for soil and plants there's billions of tons of it hanging around the atmosphere.

Herbivores mow the grass, (preventing chaff from drying and shading the younger plants, stimulating root growth, et.al.). Their hooves stomp seeds into the soil and crush plants which feed the microbes and provide deep hoof prints for retaining rainwater. (Have you ever ran around in a cow pasture? If you need your ankles sprained, it's a good way to go about it.) They also are walking composters, breaking down foliage and casting it off, rich with gut bacteria, feeding the soil.

Predators keep the herds bunched up and on the move. The bunching breaks up the soil just right, ensures an even mowing (instead of just nibbling on favorites) and then moves the herd to prevent overgrazing and degradation to the area.

How can we use this to save the planet—we can’t set packs of wolves on our cows. How does this help farmlands?

Excellent questions. These observations sparked the development of Holistic Management. This method of land management uses the above principles to restore degraded (in some cases desertified) farmlands and grasslands. Nature can take hundreds of years to add a measly inch or two of topsoil, whereas lands under Holistic Management can add several inches a year. Under HM, soil is covered year round with plants and, since we can't set wolves on our livestock to keep them bunched, they are kept in small temporary fences and moved on a schedule customized for conditions of that area.

Pasture crop harvesting at Winona farm in Australia.
In one example, an Australian farm/ranch called Winona was able to add fourteen inches of topsoil in ten years, despite the less than average rainfall during this time. They primarily used pasture cropping, where oats were “drilled” into a pasture of native grasses, rather than tilling the land. At harvest time, oats are standing tall among a field of perennial green pasture grasses—there is no visible bare soil. The herbivore of choice on the Winona farm/ranch is sheep, which graze the pasture on a strict schedule. Colin Seis is the fifth generation of his family to farm there and thanks to his regenerative (and profitable) farming methods he needn’t be the last.

There are many positive effects of Holistic Management, here are a few:

No chemicals and more nutrient dense food.
A healthy soil structure means fewer inputs (or none) in the forms of fertilizers and assorted ‘cides. Holistic crops are naturally disease resistance because they aren't nutrient deprived, (e.g. powdery mildew can be treated chemically but good bio-available calcium in the soil will prevent infection), they aren't mono-cropped so pests won't ravage an entire field because of the buffering provided by other plants and the presence of a healthy eco-system including predatory insects that keep the invaders in check. Also because of the plentiful minerals in healthy soil (liberated by our microscopic friends) foods contain higher quantities of vitamins and minerals. Did you know it is possible to eat an orange today that is completely devoid of Vitamin C and apples devoid of calcium? Yeah - I didn't either.

Water Concerns
Water is of the essence. Holistically managed land makes the most of rainfall, keeping it in the soil where it feeds crops, amasses soil humus, and replenishes aquifers. Sequestering rainfall has many positive effects, less runoff, less particulate in rivers, less flooding, less erosion, less fresh water loss to the sea, less desertification. Less badness—more awesomeness.

Something Else Awesome
Chapter three is entitled, The Making and Unmaking of Deserts—The Grazing Paradox. Deserts can be unmade? I have always considered deserts as a dead end. One man, Yacouba Sawadogo, reclaimed land from the desert by digging shallow pits and sprinkling in manure and seeds. Sparse rainfall was collected in the pits, plants took root, more manure was added and thirty years later a once barren land was dotted with trees, grasses, and a vibrant farm. He is dubbed, “The Man Who Stopped the Desert”. This simple story of one man and animal poo filled me with more hope for our survival than all the environmental conservation movement to date, which has typically been, people=bad.

I’m being fanciful here, but humor me... Inland jungles typically are responsible for their own water cycle, when the jungle is gone the water is gone too. Imagine that process in reverse, imagine the Sahara Desert a vast jungle sequestering CO2 and providing homes for species on the brink of extinction—or perhaps as a savannah, with elephants, zebras, and wildebeest thundering across vast plains, with lions in slinking through the grasses. Imagine that people and livestock created that. Pretty neat. I'm sewing up some cow sized blue suits—tonight.

Moo.

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This is the end of the Book Review. You have done your due diligence and I appreciate your time. The following paragraphs are pure indulgence on my part. These observations and ideas have been bumping around in my head for years and thanks to this book I see how these pieces fit.

River Health - or Lack Thereof.
My father-in-law and I were discussing the Willamette river and its supposed recovery from the days when sewage and industrial waste flowed unabated into the river. He said that it is a difficult scenario, that water almost needs to pass through a filter before going into a river. My imagination served up an image of a huge Brita water filter collecting runoff. Sewage still flows into the Willamette during heavy rains, but even if that were curtailed, the river would still be polluted. The city streets sluice water into storm drains that flow straight to the river, carrying with it all dirt, debris of city life. Imagine if the city absorbed that water instead, in bioswales or healthy green spaces. Less runoff to flood the river, less garbage and filth in the water and recharged aquifers. Soil, is that Brita filter.

Walking Composters
I read an article once that explained mammoths were the greatest composters and tillers of the ice age.  After their extinction, the tundra steppes that spanned Asia, Europe and North America lost their vitality. The was the first time it occurred to me that grasslands need herbivores.

The Buffalo are Back by Jean Craighead George
This is a kid's book I read to my girls.  It follows the bison’s connection to the great American Plains through Native Americans, Cowboys, the Dust Bowl, Teddy Roosevelt and the returning herds and their influence on the health of the plains. In Jean's naturalist style, she details the plant and animal species returning to the land.  This was the first time I learned that herds trampling the ground helped water absorption, as well as fertilization and mowing.

The Wolves are Back by Jean Craighead George
Another book I read to my girls describes the restoration of the ecology in the Yellowstone National Park since the return of wolves. Herbivores, unchecked, will overgraze grasslands and damage riparian areas. The wolves moved the herds of elk and deer frequently, pushed the goats and sheep back into the mountains, brought the coyote population back under control. Jean details the return of bird, mammal and plant species that all but disappeared with the wolves. A short thirty-two-page children's book did a better job of demonstrating the importance of apex predators than all of the scholarly or emotionally charged articles I've read to date.

Ditches and Puddles
Our newest city parks are coming shiny new play structures and rocky, plant laden bioswales, a fancy term for a ditch lined with rocks and plants. I get their importance now and I'm proud of our city for taking this measure to capture runoff and allow the water a chance to recharge our aquifers rather than sluicing it off into our polluted rivers. It's a small step (very small) but I like to see the implementation.

'Shrooms
We have a ring of mushrooms in our yard that pop-up every fall, just in time for the leaf drop. We rake them up with the leaves and toss them in our yard debris. Charley, fearful that they are poisonous, has toyed with treating the area chemically, but I resist. It is our ONE patch of grass that is healthy all year long. The long, super-green grass follows the arc of the mushrooms. Our back yard is clay, soupy all winter and hard as brick all summer. Except for this one arc. It has piqued my curiosity for years.

Tillamook, Oregon
Lovely Tillamook.  Could it be improved?  Maybe.
Just after finishing this book, we took a trip to Tillamook, Oregon. This entire town was built on the stout legs of the cow. Looking at the green fields with the cows dotting the land I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would look like Holistically Managed. I pictured double the cows, fenced in smaller areas, with the fields at various levels of growth--parts that were knee high with grasses, others in different stage of regrowth but on the whole, looking a little less anemic. If Tillamook ranchers adopted this method, in theory, they could increase their herds of cows, reduce or eliminate expenditures on grain, reduce runoff to keep waterways cleaner, and beef up the nutrition content of the milk and meat. More profits, better land… It would be fascinating to watch this play out...

There is hope for our the climate of our planet. There is hope for feeding or growing population.

We can make deserts and we can also unmake them.

Allan Savory - Holistic Management 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

It's a Good Tired

Rescued from my unposted pile...

November 28th, 2014

It's Friday, the day after Thanksgiving.  With a belly full of tryptophan laced turkey, a small glass of wine, wrapped in a sweater against the and a gloomy wet of the outside, it's amazing I'm upright.  I feel like a fur-less black bear, who should be curling up in her root framed den, with her cubs snoozing merrily beside her.
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Wednesday was a cleaning frenzy.  Charley took the girls out and about whilst I drudged away at the grime in our home.  By the end of the day, I'd hardly eaten anything and I felt floaty and numb as I laid down for a short rest.

Berzo washing chairs.
Thursday morning was another cleaning, rearranging fest, but much more merry.  Boots steamer mopped the entire lower floor, Berzo washed all our dining chairs down while I swept, tidied, readied, and moved furniture about. Charley was channeling his inner-black bear as he spent most of the day resting.  He was slightly hung-over from our Neighborhood Marshmallow Roasting event.  I was too, to a lesser degree, but high on hostess nerves, I toiled on.

Can I have s'more?


My family was first to arrive.  That hollow spot in my heart filled to bursting with our greetings and hugs.  My heart expanded, as it always does to make room—warmth spreading throughout my chest.  Then Karreman family arrived.  The house became warm with introductions and kids playing.  Then Oma and Opa arrived with the turkey, stuffing and chocolate creme pie.  The familiar scents intertwined as people gathered, laughed, retreated, and rejoined.


Food was served.

Pie was served—first to Boots the Eater of Pie, then to the rest of the company.  Coffee was pressed.  Coffee was poured.

The feast was complete.

Dad and Poncho, Reed, Erika, and their boys, Tiberius and Christian, were the first to depart.  Erika was determined to do Black Friday shopping on Thursday night.  I filled up on hugs but my leaky heart emptied, feeling more hollow than before they came.  Then Matt, Lori and their kids left.  Then not long after Oma and Opa returned to Clark's house at 3380.  The feast smells lingered as did the body heat of those just gone.  Their voices echoed in my head with fragments of conversation.  We waved goodbye.  My house emptied.  My eyes filled.

I cleared the tables and stripped their dresses and threw them in the wash.  I folded up the naked tables leaned them against the wall.  I put the girls in the tub.  I returned the Ikea chairs to our living room and the little kids table to the front room.  I rinsed the dishes and stacked the plates in the sink.  Swept up the crumbs and lost food.  It was 6 p.m.  Sigh.  Didn't people usually stay and  enjoy company until at least 8 p.m.?  I got the girls out of the tub and into jammies.  Boots asked in her sweetest voice if she may join us upstairs tonight.. ...being Thanksgiving and all…  I said sure. I donned my jammies, brewed some tea and we all went up together, to watch our new movie Divergent.  Charley and I would watch, the girls would watch Netflix shows on Boots' tablet.

It was lovely.  Snuggled on our sofa, watching a good movie, the girls snuggled watching their show.  I no longer felt empty.

The night was long and we all slept sound.

The day broke late, and we emerged bleary but happy.  We spent this wet day at an empty zoo, enjoying the time out of doors.  Perhaps the Black Friday deals were too sweet for people to pass up.  Or perhaps the cold rain is off-putting to other people.  Not for us, we have good rain gear and thoroughly enjoyed the day.



Now I am tired.

Now I am fuzzy and warm.

Thank you for this time.

It is a good time.