Lanette Smith is obsessed with hearts. She finds them in clouds, leaves, soap bubbles, and puddles -- anywhere, really. And this makes complete sense to me because Lanette is all heart. She has a heart of gold. In fact any heart saying you can think of would most likely fit Lanette.
I’ve known Lanette for almost the whole time we’ve lived here -- she lives just down the street from us. And it turns out, most people in town know her too. It was kindof a joke for a while that every new person we met, also knew Lanette. The sweet gal at the bakery? One of Lanette’s best friends. Our tax lady? Good friends with Lanette. My new lavender farming friend? Went to school with Lanette. And on and on. This makes perfect sense though. Lanette walks into a room with love oozing from her being, a giant smile on her face, and then proceeds to make everyone in the room feel like they are the most wonderful person she has ever met, as she listens intently and offers, ever so meekly, her profound wisdom. How could you not want to be friends with someone like that? How could you not love someone like that? How lucky am I to be her neighbor.
"Lanette is also a talented artist. For a while, she would just randomly deliver beautiful sketches or paintings, usually of lavender or of hearts, to my doorstep. I have several of her works displayed throughout my house and they make me smile every time I see them. One of my favorite pieces is a colored pencil map of Newberg and Dundee with her favorite places penciled in, and right up there on the top left she penciled in Little Lavender Farm. So of course, when I decided that I wanted to offer notecards that depicted our shop, Lanette was the first person I thought of. I asked her if she could create a little painting or sketch of the outside of our shop. And what she created is beyond anything I could have hoped for...because well, it’s Lanette and Lanette does things with her whole heart. I loved it so much that I asked if she could create some sketches of the inside. And as you can see, they are beautiful. So pretty soon we will have cute little notecards of our shop created by my friend Lanette.
And now, Lanette is also a published author! She has just released a photo collection of heart images that she and a few friends have stumbled upon and shared with each other throughout the years. She titled the collection Love Finding Us -- and it is lovely and uplifting and inspiring. Because it makes you look at the world a little differently; it makes you start looking for those hearts hidden around you that you never noticed before. It makes you realize that the universe is always sending us messages of love, if only we would see them. And that in receiving that love, we must also share it. If I might be so bold as to paraphrase the great poet Amanda Gorman:
"For there is always love,
if only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it."
Happy Valentines Day Friends. YOU are loved.
Just a few weeks after we had moved into our house in Dundee, Mark and I were walking to the mailbox at the end of our street with our dogs Rammus and Henry in tow, marvelling at the beauty that surrounded us and feeling incredibly grateful. The gravel road crunched noisily under our feet as we walked, but through the noise we could vaguely hear someone yelling “Hello! Hello!” When we turned around, we saw a very pregnant young woman running toward us (or trying to anyway) and waving. We, of course, walked toward her to see if something was wrong and if she needed help...but when we met up, all she said was “Hi! I’m Savannah! I’m your neighbor!” That moment was the beginning of one of the best parts of living in Dundee. Savannah and her family have become our family, her children brightening up so many of our days and her presence enriching my life in so many ways. We’ve only been here for a year and a half, but already we have memories of BBQ’s, neighborhood potlucks, pre-Christmas dinners, harvest parties, wreath-making, super-hero and pony birthday parties, book-reading, weekly chats, wine-tasting, and, for the second time, just a few days ago, applesauce making.
Last Friday, Savannah hosted her second annual “applesauce sesh,” where Savannah, Lanette (another wonderful neighbor) and I bring all of the apples we have gathered from our yards and elsewhere (which is a lot), and then we spend a good part of the day sitting around Savannah’s kitchen counter, peeling apples, cutting them up them and throwing them in a big bowl (with the help of a few of her kiddos). Savannah then takes all of those apples pieces, works some kind of crazy applesauce magic, throws it in jars, processes it, feeds us lunch, and then send us home with jars and jars of applesauce and full hearts. This might just be my new favorite Fall tradition.
The more I thought about our our applesauce sesh, however, the more I realized that it is the perfect metaphor to describe the kind of person Savannah is. For one thing, generally speaking, when you make applesauce, you use all kinds of apples -- red, green, yellow -- and you aren’t always using the best apples you have. Certainly some of them are good apples, but you also use some of the bad ones -- the apples with bruises, blemishes, or even wormholes. But then once you peel the apple, you can find the good parts and throw that into the bowl, add a little spice, a little patience, and a little love and you are left with something so good and nourishing that you forget that there were ever bruises and blemishes to begin with. Savannah does this not just with apples, but with people. She brings out the best because she seeks out the best in everyone she interacts with. I see this in how she is raising her four little ones and in how she welcomes people into her home.
In addition to raising her children, Savannah also runs Fruitland Acres B&B in the spacious, light-filled room above her garage, where she has thoughtfully and meticulously created an oasis for travelers, partially furnishing it with the work of another neighbor, Dennis, the talent behind FarmFunk, who finds old barns and repurposes the wood in the most beautiful ways (I have a few of his pieces myself). On top of creating a restful, welcoming space, she cooks breakfast for all of her guests (in addition to getting her children ready in the morning). And she often talks about the many interesting people she gets to meet and have conversations with, clearly enjoying being the gracious hostess she is. Her home feels like home to everyone who enters it.
I don’t understand how she does it. How in the world does she care so thoughtfully and patiently for her four little ones (all under the age of 7) and still have the love and energy to put into her B&B and into her community -- oh, and grow and preserve much of the food they eat as well!
I’m just thankful that she finds a way to do it and especially thankful that she looks beyond my blemishes and bruises to see the best in me. Like applesauce, I’m better for knowing her.
One of the things I love about living in the beautiful hills of Dundee, is the many talented, passionate, creative people who live here as well. Our next door neighbor Bryan, just put in a vineyard, Savannah across the street has a little B and B, Dennis makes beautiful furniture out of old barnwood and wine barrels, and just down the road and around the corner live John and Jeremi, the talented duo behind Pollinate Flowers and and their incredible "Food Forest ."
I guess the first thing to talk about is, what exactly is a Food Forest? Just as in a natural forest, a Food Forest is the idea of multi-layers: growing multiple species of plants of varying sizes and root systems with varying needs that make varying contributions to the system. It’s about companion planting and diversity and creating a healthy balance in the soil so that plants help each other, attract beneficials, and create places for insects, birds, and other critters to thrive. When this happens and the ecosystem is in balance, insect pests won’t take hold and the soil will replenish with each cycle, so there is no need for pesticides and only a minimal need for soil amendment. John compared this to our own personal ecosystems: good, nutrient-rich soil for plants is the same as good, nutrient-rich foods for us -- both help to grow healthy living things. If the soil is healthy, the plant will be healthy.
I knew a little bit about companion planting, and permaculture from previous reading and experiences, but I had never heard of a food forest before -- until I saw their posts on social media. I was first drawn to their beautiful Instagram pictures, but what really hooked me were the insights and wisdom that went along with the pictures: both the lessons they shared and the love that went into their project were captivating. And because I not only want to learn more about permaculture and food forests, but also want to meet more of my talented neighbors, I sent them a message, asking if I might barge in on them sometime to see their work. Thankfully they said yes, so on a cloudy and cool Fall Monday morning in November, I headed down the street to meet them and see what they were up to.
It turns out they are up to quite a lot, actually. John and Jeremi have lived at the Food Forest for five years now, and in that time, they have transformed a manicured, park-like, grass field into a beautifully diverse compilation of both rowed plantings of lettuce, fennel, broccoli, collards,etc, surrounded by meandering paths lined with lime balm, thyme, Dyers broom, redwood sorrel, dahlias, love-in-a-mist, ginkgo, hawthorn, and many many other trees, perennials, flowers, shrubs, and herbs. A Food Forest, full of life and diversity. There are also bat boxes and bird boxes scattered about, a beautiful, tall arbor that will soon support grapes, a fire pit, and tucked away places to sit and contemplate. And as we walked and talked, we also sampled many of the gifts of the land. I ate my first Dahlia (it tastes like carrots), nibbled on a cornflower, and inhaled the sweet scent of lime balm. I was in heaven. But it wasn’t all chatting and eating flowers. I was there to learn, by golly! And learn I did.
Here are just a few lessons from my visit:
1. There’s a whole lot going on under our feet. As John and Jeremi explained it, there are millions of little organisms working together below the ground to support everything we see above the ground. Jeremi compared it to the New York City subway system. All that great stuff we see above the ground wouldn’t exist without the underground infrastructure that keeps everything moving. So it’s just as important to care for everything below the ground as everything above the ground. One of which is the fungi we don’t see.
2. The fungus among us...is important: You know that white stringy looking fungus you dig up every so often out in the garden? Well, it’s actually a vital part of that underground system. It’s a hollow fungus called mycelium that is a part of something called a Mycorrhizal network (also sometimes called the Wood-Wide Web). A Scientific America article explains how the mycelium fungus “infiltrates the plants’ roots. But it does not attack — far from it. The plant makes and delivers food to the fungus; the fungus, in turn, dramatically increases the plant’s water and mineral absorptive powers via its vast network of filaments.” These fungal networks also aid in the decomposition process, break down toxins, and allow plants to share resources with each other. AND these networks allow older trees to share resources with younger trees until they are established. Amazing! The lesson here is that...
3. Tilling hurts: John explained how when we till or dig up an area of soil, it breaks the Mycorrhizal networks, interrupting not just nutrient supplies but also communication between plants. For example, one study showed how the network acts “as a conduit for signalling between plants, acting as an early warning system for herbivore attack.” John gave an example of how plants that had the network in tack were able to warn other plants of an aphid infestation, so the plants further down were able to “invoke herbivore defences” to keep the aphids at bay. So when we break up the soil all of the plants in the area are weakened.
4. Let it lie: I was getting ready to do some clean up around here, but as we were talking, I realized how important it was to keep some spaces untouched until the spring, allowing for some of the beneficial insects to have places to go through their life cycle. Basically, the more ladybugs and other beneficials you can overwinter in your garden, the fewer infestations you will have down the road. That’s also why having perennials is so important. A plant that lives in the garden for years instead of months will offer a more consistent and safe place for those beneficial critters to live.
5. Enjoy the journey: As John and Jeremi talked about their journey, from a kid who took over his mom’s garden (John), to buying their property and transforming it into this beautiful place, I was struck by the joy on their faces as they talked about how important each step has been and how they were still learning, experimenting and growing along with their food forest. This really resonated with me because as I work on our little lavender farm, I sometimes become impatient with how slow everything seems to be moving. But these two were a great reminder to enjoy each step, learn from each day, and connect more deeply with the earth and with those around us. Thoreau once said: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation…” John and Jeremi are the reminder that we don’t have to live our lives that way -- that each of us has a song to be sung, which is often drowned out by the clamor and clanging of our world, but that if we are brave and listen and follow our hearts, we can sing a really beautiful song that touches everyone around us.
So a big thank you to John and Jeremi for so generously sharing their journey and their forest. I can’t wait to see it in the spring when everything is blooming! In the meantime, I will continue to enjoy my journey, learning more every day about this big beautiful planet we live on -- and about the many miracles under our feet.