Thursday, August 2, 2018

Crazy Weed Lady

Just after it rains is the best time to pull out weeds. So when I awoke this morning, I rushed outside in my bare feet to take advantage of the wet ground. Out there pulling weeds, got me wondering if the neighbors ever think, "There goes that crazy weed lady with the disheveled hair."

Earth mother that I am, I like to go barefoot to feel the ground under my feet. So I pick all of the sticker weeds - like the dreaded goat heads - before they go to seed.  (Especially seeking out those that disguise themselves with pretty yellow or purple flowers.)

sticker weed on neighbor's side
Sometimes, I'll be weeding along the property line, and I see some sticker weeds in my neighbor's yard. I'll just grab those too while I'm out there.  And that little one over there... Soon I'll end up picking all the weeds on that side of their house. I practice what I would say if the neighbor caught me pulling their weeds... "Just bein' neighborly, ma'am! You know...random acts of it forward...and all that." At least their stickers won't get tracked into my yard! And maybe, just maybe I won't get woken up at the break of dawn by a noisy weed-whacker!

I'll admit I drive Dan crazy by stopping to pull out a weed in a neighbor's right of way on our walk to the store. There are two benefits for me: to catch the sticker plants before they take over their whole yard and get tracked into mine while (hopefully) discouraging them from using weed killer in our neighborhood.

You might recall I had some run-ins with a certain landscaper who insists on spraying Roundup in our neighborhood. Remember this photo on facebook?

 Poisoning by T.D.T. 
This guy said, "If the city can use it, so can we."  Then a member of the "landscape advisory committee" stood up at a city council meeting and asking them to spray pre-emergent on all of the city property before monsoon rains brought out more weeds.  That was the last straw! Even the Pima Department of Environmental Quality's G.I. manual states that herbicides seep into our ground water.  I wrote the mayor and my city council member urging them to stop spraying the ineffectual weed killer. The mayor forwarded my e-mail to an expert who agreed with my assessment. I'm waiting to hear back from the landscaping committee.

Found on Aug. 7, 2018
I wasn't always obsessed with weeds. Dan started it!  In an early blog, I expressed my shock when Dan weeded our overgrown garden only to turn around and cover it with Bermuda grass clippings!

chard we grew in Bermuda weed mulch
Since then, we have successfully used Bermuda grass as mulch in our garden and around baby trees. No new Bermuda grass came up. I'll repeat that... No new Bermuda grass came up. Now I harvest Bermuda grass for mulch and compost! Bermuda grass is so abundant in our desert. Why shouldn't we put it to good use?  You just have to be sure to gather it before it goes to seed.

Speaking of crazy... I wonder what the neighbors thought of Dan out there in the heat of the day digging up Bermuda grass (a foot deep) to make a right of way catchment basin - and then purposely transplanting native grass into that basin! (This is actually a thing. The native grass works with the wood chip mulch as a sponge to keep the ground moist. Native plants also prevent erosion on the sides of the basin.)

Last year, Dan looked on in dismay as I picked the Bermuda grass in the easement behind our house... and the neighbors house. But there was method to my madness! I was making room for the edible weeds to come up. And it worked! We had an alleyway buffet of amaranth and purslane!

Remember this sign?

our alleyway buffet
This year I posted a bigger sign, but so far there aren't as many edible weeds. Was it because of the slow, erratic monsoon season? Maybe the lizards are getting all the amaranth? Usually, purslane comes up after the second or third rain. Maybe it can't take the record heat either.

So... I've had to resort to finding my purslane elsewhere. I've been known to pull out weeds in front of the neighborhood steakhouse, so they won't start spraying poison on them. There were three huge patches of purslane under the downspout from their giant roof. One day I grabbed a big bunch on the way to the bus stop and put it into my reusable grocery bag. (Caution: stinging ants under the weeds.) Of course, it's always a good idea to ask the owner if they use weed killer. If you're not sure, you can still liberate that purslane and replant the roots in your own yard. That's how I got a nice row of purslane in my garden last summer.

I have two pitchers full of purslane that I nibble on throughout the day.  During purslane season, I like to throw it into everything: soups, salads, scrambles, and sauces. (Well, everything starting with "s.")

The other night, I used a big bunch to make one of my favorite purslane dishes: verdologas stew! YUM!

Scroll down the blogs on this link for more of my favorite purslane recipes.

So there are good weeds and bad weeds. I leave the good weeds where I want them and pull the bad.

I spent the better part of one summer trying to eradicate the Russian thistle from the alleyway and our garden.

Russian thistle right next to our fenced in food garden...
This weed would climb up the fence and throw it's pink seeds into our garden.  Everyday I had to pull the tiny weeds out of the garden, making sure to get the whole root so it wouldn't come back. These were so invasive that I would pull them out in the easement behind other people's houses too - so they wouldn't spread back to my garden.

I was successful at getting rid of the Russian thistle. Here's a picture of that same spot last November. The ground was so rich from the decomposing weeds and leaves that we grew a 3 Sisters garden without any fertilizer - just a thin layer of wood chip mulch.

This patch was overgrown with Russian thistle.
Here I'm watering some cowpeas that survived the hot summer.

That's odviously amaranth! 
Remember my blog, "Are you a good weed or a bad weed?" Immediately after posting it, there was a rush of views. But viewership slowed way down once people realized that I wasn't talking about another infamous weed. Come on, guys! I'm not that kind of weed lady!

I'll bestow the virtues of edible weeds on anyone who will listen and even some who won't (much to the horror of my teenage son). Hey, they'll be glad to have that food security if we ever have an emergency where Mexico and California stop delivering us produce.

On the way home from the store yesterday, I noticed some amaranth growing in a neighbor's yard. I knocked on the door and asked if they were going to eat the edible weeds growing there. Because if they weren't, I could save them the effort of picking it by foraging it myself.

Yep, I'm the crazy weed lady. I own it. But - seriously - Dan started it!

More Information:

What common weeds have to offer the organic gardener and how to keep them from taking over

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Stories of the Orchard

After a gallant effort to keep the monastery open, the Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration finally had to close their beloved home in February and return to the mother house in Clyde, Missouri. This was a sad day for the Sisters, the congregation and for our Tucson community. There has been considerable coverage about the developer, city council and neighborhood associations battling it out over the details of the development plans for the monastery property.

I would like go to a happier place and share some lesser known stories about the Benedictine orchard and garden that nourished the Sisters and our community for over 70 years. I want to thank Sister Cecilia Rose, Sister Joan Ridley, and the community members for sharing their stories.

I met Sister Cecilia Rose after the neighborhood meeting at the Monastery. She kindly agreed to speak with me in the orchard. 

As Sister Cecilia Rose shared her memories in the lovely Benedictine Monastery orchard and garden, I pictured nuns in full habits and veils up on scaffolds hand selecting date palms. As the summer breeze ruffled leaves, I could almost make out the laughter of the sisters acting out the disciples reeling in 153 fish. Sister Cecilia Rose shared so many happy memories! So many acts of generosity! Knights of Columbus families picking and juicing oranges as the aging nuns kept the younger children busy. Iskashitaa refugees holding nets under fearless tree climbers.

The first memory that Sister Cecilia Rose shared as she entered the orchard...

Sr. Cecilia Rose – memories:
We used to come out here for recreation in the early days because we didn’t have that much contact with people. Because we were considered semi-cloistered.  We’d perform biblical scenes to entertain ourselves. -- fish that the disciples brought in - in that story after the resurrection. The disciples weren’t catching anything. And Jesus was standing on the shore. He said throw it on the other side so they caught a whole net full.

We had a Sister behind the bush. And we were acting like we were tossing a net to bring in the fish. But it was actually a volleyball net. We had a sister playing Jesus who said, “Throw it on the other side.” We threw it out there into the bush and the Sister (whose laundry number was 153) got into the net and we started reining her in.

Simon Peter went up and drew the net to land, full of large fish, a hundred and fifty-three; and although there were so many, the net was not torn” (John 21:11)

We used to do things like that to entertain ourselves. We didn’t have television. We didn’t have radio. We didn’t have anything like that. We didn’t have computers. We just had each other and your spiritual director and especially in the beginning you had your postulant director who tried to introduce you to what the schedule would be and how you were supposed to act. The reason we were called the Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration is because we prayed for the whole world, for all people for all time. There was a reverence you were to have about everything, because the Benedictine’s had this rule that all objects were to be treated as if vessels of the altar. So you should have a reverence for everything and everyone. Because Christ is the one who gives life. Creation is a part of us and must be honored.

A little history

The Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration moved to Tucson from the Midwest in 1935 and onto the Country Club road property in 1940. First thing they did was dig a well. No “city water” existed then. 

"They started planning right away how they were going to use the land. Because when they first got out here there was nothing around them. You could walk out in the desert and you wouldn’t meet anyone. Some of the sisters were from Germany, so they didn’t know what a cactus was," shared Sr. Cecilia Rose 

Community Garden

Sr. Cecilia Rose – memories:
There was a community garden, one of over 30 operated by the Community Gardens of Tucson. It was opened up in 2008. It was open to anyone who wanted a plot as long as they took care of it. They had to pay $15 a month for water, CGT expenses for piping, fencing and administration. We had a garden manager who would see if anyone wasn’t taking care of their plot, he would take it away from them and give it to someone else. I had a plot. I tried to grow lettuce and I tried to grow celery, I think it was. Something that we could bring in. I did bring in something but it sure didn’t last long. Trying to feed, at that time, 30 people here, 3 or 4 heads of lettuce was gone in one meal. 

Terry Moss – memories:
The Benedictine garden meant a lot to me. It was such a beautiful, tranquil spiritual space. I would usually come very early in the morning, sometimes as the sun was rising. First there was the beautiful sight of the monastery. Then after walking past the fountain and listening to the trickling of the water, almost like a mountain stream, you would come into the garden and the cityscape disappeared. Often Sister Cecilia Rose would appear looking for the church dog who would usually have already come to greet me. To see a sister in garments in the early morning light was also a look into times past. It was a comforting feeling, especially knowing that she was a person praying for peace in the world. I would often leave extra vegetables for her. She would tell me how the cook had integrated them into the previous night's meal. What a wonderful feeling to be able to have your vegetables enjoyed by such a loving group of people.

Often I would walk to the enclosed courtyard garden that was a part of the church. I would leave my extra garden bounty there for them to fetch and use. It was also to admire the rare sight of a decades old fruiting avocado tree. It almost was saying "Only here in this courtyard could I thrive in Tucson". It was loved and protected.

To me community gardens say "Tucson". They make me feel proud to live here. It is probably part of the reason why Tucson has been named a Unesco City of Gastronomy.

Richard Roati – memories:
I tagged along with Jesus Garcia as he took cuttings from the Valencia orange trees for grafting at Mission Garden. It was like stepping back in time being in this orchard that is nearly as old as the monastery itself, being more than 75 years old. Jesus identified plants including Tucson’s oldest and largest and best producing avocado tree, three varieties of pomegranate that can only be found at the orchard, a sapote tree, a unique large sweet lime, and a date and citrus orchard, among other trees. Thanks to years of care from the nuns, a University of Arizona arborist, and many others, I was delighted to see that all of the trees are currently in good condition. 

DATE PALM TREES -- Nuns up on scaffolding

Sr. Joan Ridley, historical background:
Date palms, that were planted in the 1940s, are interspersed among the orange trees and elsewhere. They have a glorious history. When the trees were of ‘picking’ height, the sisters themselves (with a ladder or low scaffold) used to hand pollinate and hand select and pick the dates as they ripened. [Not all dates on the same stalk ripen at the same time]. Then they cured the dates in some ancient machinery involving gas, pitted them and made hand crafted delectable Date Candies, boxed in lovely arrangements for sale. In fact, there was a sign at the front door of the monastery “Dates for Sale”. That wording may have caused some confusion!

Date trees grow tall fairly quickly and the diameter of the trunk varies from year to year depending on water conditions. Though we watered them with well water, the trunks have ‘narrower’ spots and they are now very tall. In the last 20 years, we had to hire a professional, who used either a scissor lift or cleats on shoes, to climb them and cut down fronds - trying to guess when the most dates are ripe. It is not a very successful outcome as for getting edible dates. But we got some, cleaned and bagged them. Over the years, about half of the date palm trees have fallen down in high winds or been removed due to danger to the monastery if they would fall.

- Sr. Joan Ridley, the last superior of the monastery

Sr. Cecilia Rose – memories:
In the early days, the sisters did all the picking. (They would be up there in their full habits and veils.) But our sisters were getting too old. Especially when it was time to pick the dates. One of the sisters fell from the scaffolding. And that was no joke. She landed on her back. It’s a wonder she wasn’t hurt. To me that was a miracle because she fell on the sidewalk. The Knights of Columbus were with us all along. They did just about everything. Anything we needed they would do. When the sister fell, they said, “We can do that too.” 


Sr. Joan Ridley, some historical background:
About 35-40 orange trees were planted in the 1940s. In the last 10 years we have had to take down about 1/3 of them due to age and gradual failure. Their frailty may have been compounded by a long-ago landscape employee who trimmed off all the low branches, exposing the trunks to the hot sun and then painting them WHITE [!] -- we are not sure. The original trees are not a particularly rare type of orange tree. They are VALENCIA oranges, a very nice smaller orange for juicing, often planted in the big commercial groves in California and Florida, and a few groves in Tucson [think “Orange Grove Rd”]. New, replacement orange trees are of other varieties sold in nurseries.

Sr. Cecilia Rose – memories:
In recent years, the Knights of Columbus would bring their whole families here to pick the oranges. So we just had a regular picnic for them. We would set up something for them to get drinks. Try to entertain the kids and stuff like that. Try to get them to do things for you like “Can you take that orange juice over to your mother?”

We had an old machine that would juice the oranges. And they would do all the juicing for us. They would put juice in these one gallon containers. There was about 100-150 gallons each year. And we would put them in the deep freeze. We always gave them a one gallon container for coming. Or usually they wanted oranges because we had a lot at that time. We always gave oranges away because we had too many. We’d be doing all this juicing and we’d give the juice away, too. And we’d give them as Christmas gifts too - to people who’d been so good to us.

Sr. Joan Ridley – memories:
That’s what we did; harvested the oranges and juiced them with an old commercial juicer. It took about 40 volunteers to get the oranges off the trees in one day, sort for size, and wash them. Then it took another 4 volunteers several days to juice them. We froze the juice and used it all year round. We would give about half the oranges, that were too small for the juicer, to one of those organizations around town who will come get the fruit from homeowners who either were too elderly or no longer have an interest in picking the citrus fruit from their trees. (Usually they pick; but we were able to.) We irrigated the trees with well water. They are certainly something we used, loved and appreciated for over 70 years, but I am not sure they are worth a big fuss at this point.

Iskashitaa Refugee Network gleaning. 

Iskashitaa Refugee Network

Amelia Natoli - memories: 
One of my memories in the Benedictine orchard is harvesting fruit with Iskashitaa Refugee Network. We sometimes brought a group of resettled refugees there to pick citrus. One of our goals is getting our volunteers out into the community, and interacting with a variety of people around town. The sisters were very welcoming, and the orchard was a pleasant respite in the middle of the city.

Barbara Eiswerth – memories:
We have had multiple years picking, perhaps as far back as the last 5-6 years. When Sister Ramona starting harvesting the dates again (after a hiatus due to lost internal local food knowledge), Iskashitaa thought they could learn or offer their global expertise. After offering to sponsor their date palm tree harvest fees (at that point $25/tree), we lobbied Bartlett Tree Experts to lend their time, sweat, palm expertise, and bucket trucks. Bartlett folks were great and generous. One year, they had highly experienced tree climbers harvest with Iskashitaa- a treacherous job from our viewpoint. With a small fire brigade-like crew below the date palm, yelling, “jump, jump” for the dates to drop into our community held net. What an experience and new appreciation for the arborist and the landscaper’s work and especially those who climb palms of any sort. As a show of appreciation, Iraqi refugees gifted Iskashitaa made date rewards to the monastery sisters and Bartlett - including bottles of date syrup and date vinegar made from fermented date pulp. Definitely think yum yum. The sisters used to dry the dates in the large ovens in their enormous basement using only the pilot light, then package and sell in the gift shop after the nuns had their fill. They fed community goats substandard dates that were not grade A. This was a win-win collaboration between mother earth and faith-based, non-profit and for-profit entities.

--Barbara Eiswerth, Founder Iskashitaa Refugee Network

 Sister Mary Estelle pours coffee. Courtesy Arizona Daily Star
The Egg Lady

-Sr. Cecilia Rose – memories:
We had what we called the “Egg Lady” here at one time, Sister Mary Estelle. From 1974-1981, the people would come and she would give them three eggs and a cup of coffee. Oh! And she made egg salad sandwiches. She and her sister would work and make all those sandwiches. They would do it twice a day. We had a lot of students coming and a lot of homeless. They knew what time it was and they would line up at the back door here.

That was something we saw as a need in those early days. Sister Estelle was walking out here and there were people sleeping under the bushes. It scared her half to death! She didn’t expect to see anyone. We were so strictly cloistered.

Then other churches began to realize that people in Tucson needed this. In the 1980s they started to open different places to feed the poor. But the Benedictine Monastery was the first place to do it.

It was very popular and she was very popular. Sister Mary Estelle was really thin. She was a wiry thing. When she worked in the altar bread department she baked five stoves at one time. And most of us only did two or three. We sold altar bread to other places. We still have an altar bread operation in Missouri. 

- Mary Sheridan:
The rule of St. Benedict, which is the governing document, says that the monks should earn their own living. So that’s why you hear about gardens and they ate the produce. Alter bread that they sell to other churches and they made church vestments here until quite recently. All of this, the nuns were doing the best they could to earn their own living. 

- Jana Segal:
It was lovely hanging out with Sister Celicia Rose in the orchard and opening a little window into the lives of the Sisters at the monastery. At the end of our time together, I asked her how it felt being in the orchard. She answered, “That’s when you thought you were out in creation for sure in the orchard. You feel so close to God when you have so much of nature around you. You can’t explain it. It just is."

Creation is part of us and it has to be honored.

Update from July 28, 2018:

Iconic Tucson monastery spared as agreement is reached in apartment deal.

Update from August 21, 2018

Some historic trees at Tucson’s Benedictine Monastery will be saved

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Heat wave!

When Summer began, I adapted to the hotter weather by watering the younger plants in our food forest twice a day - once in the morning usually before it got hot and again when it cooled off in the evening.  On days when they were irrigated with greywater from our washing machine, I still moistened the mulch around my heritage fig trees, curry plants and my not-so-drought tolerant loquat tree. 

Note: This is a learning experience for me. I've been told that deep watering once or twice a week is the ticket with loquats.  (See comment below.) Dan has some five gallon buckets with holes drilled in the bottom that we can use. 

Sometimes I would get so caught up posting in Desktop Activist Tucson that I wouldn't get to it until 9 a.m. or even 10.  My bad... But the monsoon rains would save the day! 

But then the monsoon rains went away and it reached 109 degrees yesterday! This morning I read in ARIZONA DAILY STAR, "Be prepared: 3-day excessive heat warning for Tucson area."

"Today is expected to be the hottest of the three-day excessive heat warning for the Tucson area, but a little relief could come this weekend, the National Weather Service says in its forecast [...] Today's high could reach 112 degrees. The record high for the date is 109 [...] in 1987. Tucson has only hit highs above 110 degrees for more than two consecutive July days four times since 1895, the weather service says."

YIKES! No more dilly-dallying for me! This morning I got outside by 6:30 a.m. and gave my plants two cans of water instead of one. 

I remembered how my baby moringas made it through the hot summer with the help of a little shade. 

I still had the tomato supports and shade cloth, so I constructed a shade contraption over the already scorched loquat tree and the curry plants.

I have been pulling the shade cloth off so the loquat gets some morning sun. I cover it up again when the ground is so hot it burns my bare feet.

The heritage fig trees by the greywater basin were looking good, so I decided to see how they would fare with intermittent shade from our eucalyptus and palm trees. 

I'll put in another load of laundry...

Monday, July 2, 2018

Natural Born Killers!

Our Tombstone rosebush was growing nicely. Then a few leaves went missing.  I love a mystery! I figured it must be lizards since I had seen what they did with the edible weeds and my startup squash.  Dan didn't think so. How could a lizard snip off the top branches? He thought it might be birds. Suggested that we get a surveillance camera to find out. But it was too late!  The next day they were all gone!

Then the cycle started with our biggest moringa! 

I saw a few ants climbing up the trunk so I poured some used coffee grounds around it as a deterrent. Unfortunately, most of it sank into the mulch. 

Later that night, Dan trained his flashlight on the sidewalk and spotted a trail of ants towing our precious moringa leaves towards this hole... Oh! So that's where all the leaves were going! 

By the next morning most of the branches were bare. I saw tiny ants scurrying up and down the trunk and branches - ready to snip them off and drop them to their friends on the ground. 

I had to work fast!  I did some quick research.  I discovered that some of the leaf eater ants cut the branches and let the leaves fall to the ground.  Then another group of ants carry them back to their hole.  That's exactly what was happening!  Last year I had some luck with cayenne pepper.  A very informative video mentioned mixing cayenne pepper with baby powder. But I didn't have either! Luckily the same video demonstrated a method they use in Guatemala. And it didn't involve any deadly chemicals! 

After watching the video, I looked around the shed for a trash bag. We had long since stopped using plastic kitchen trash bags in the house. There were still two left.

First, I pulled out the draw strap and cut it. 

Next I rolled one end of the bag around two times the size of the moringa trunk.

Then I cut it along that line (about 3 inches.) I made a 4 X 6 inch square.

I wrapped it twice around the tree to test it. It was too big so I cut some off.

I tied the red draw string around the bottom (not so tight as to strangle the tree...)

Then I pulled the plastic down, inverting it. It made sort of an upside down cone . The ants climb into the cone but can't get through. Be careful that the plastic on the sides doesn't touch the trunk of the tree or the ants will climb onto it.

I cut some more on the bottom to make sure it didn't touch the trunk. It was difficult because this plastic was much thinner than the plastic sheet in the video. (Did I say watch the video for better instructions?)

I made funnels on the two trunks coming up. It actually worked for a while. But the wind blew the thin plastic against the side of the trunk. If only we had sprung for heavy duty garbage bags! 

*Note, these are old plastic bags left over from my first marriage. Now we use thin biodegradable bags that wouldn't work at all. Hmm... I wonder if the leftover piece of the recycled sign would work better...?

Then I looked over at the other moringa. We had great hopes for this moringa.  It already had flowers that we hoped would turn into yummy pods this year.  With closer inspection I found that there were ants climbing all over it.  I started pinching them between my fingers. On the ground below there were already some leaves and flowers! How dare they! I ran into the house to get another piece of plastic and sat on the edge of the mulch swarming with ants. As sweat dripped down my head, I pulled off some branches to make room for the protective cone. I wrapped the plastic around the tree as ants climbed up my leg and arms. I started squishing the ants above the cone with my bare hands, suffering from several ant bites. This was all out war! 

Later I brought the branches in the house. Those greedy ants weren't getting these! Over my itchy body! 

I got some cayenne pepper from the store and poured it all over the stump and surrounding mulch. 

The next morning the trees were still there but there were ants climbing up the trunk and branches. Crafty creatures!

I went into the house to get some Vaseline.

I put Vaseline on top of the plastic.

And it worked for a while...

Only later did I register the irony when Dan reminded me that it was "petroleum jelly." Argh! Should I try margarine? Ants avoid it at picnics... 

But these two moringas lived to see another day.

And some new branches sprouted from the nubs left on the leafless branches....

But Vaseline melts. So....

the battle continues...

soap water to remove ant trail through cayenne pepper
That didn't work. I'm so tired of fighting the ants. Today I found an ant hole at the base of the trunk. That is the last straw!

Diatomaceous earth (hopefully) protects the new growth.
Got em! Until it rains at least! 

New growth after two days of Diatomaceous earth.

The idea of making a little "funnels" to keep the ants from climbing up the trunk was a good one. But the black plastic I used was too thin, so it leaned on the side of the trunk allowing the ants to climb up it. So I got some new thicker clear plastic from the big Ace Hardware store on Broadway, and made a new funnel. This worked great. My moringa trees grew tall with lots of new leaves thanks to this method!

*by way of full disclosure... the Vaseline, soap water, and Diatomaceous earth that I applied on the tree itself wounded my poor moringas.

Information on natural methods to get rid of ants:

How To Get Rid Of Ants: Homemade, Natural Ways To Stop An Infestation