Redefining Native

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Native American Indian picking huckleberries

Merriam Webster Dictionary
Main Entry: 1na·tive
Pronunciation: \ˈnā-tiv\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English natif, from Middle French, from Latin nativus, from natus, past participle of nasci to be born — more at nation
Date: 14th century
1 : inborn, innate
2 : belonging to a particular place by birth
6 a : grown, produced, or originating in a particular place or in the vicinity : local b : living or growing naturally in a particular region : indigenous

synonyms native, indigenous, endemic, mean belonging to a locality. native implies birth or origin in a place or region and may suggest compatibility with it . endemic implies being peculiar to a region

Continuing my quest to learn more about native plants I set out this week for the small rural town of Boonville to Anderson Valley Nursery to meet horticulturist Ken Montgomery. I chose to take the long way ’round and first made a stop at a friend’s to collect apples, blackberries and huckleberries, and, as it turns out, I learned later in the day from Ken that huckleberries are native and wild. So the story might well begin there. They are new to me. Here’s what they look like. They will soon find their way into scones!
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Driving the backroads to Boonville, via the coast, I was struck by the numbers of ecological microenvironments I passed through to arrive at my destination. Golden rolling hills filled with manzanita and oak trees, grasslands, redwood forests and then seaside, returning through vineyards and apple orchards. I found myself wondering as I drove along, “How long has what I’m looking at been here? And what, in fact, am I seeing?” I knew from my Native American history studies that the early tribes have been documented back at least 12,000 years on neighboring lakes. Hard to imagine, isn’t it? Given that the indigenous tribes were not farmers, but hunters and gatherers, and harbored zero concept of ownership, these early peoples were simply born and then lived in harmony with what they encountered. They weren’t importing from somewhere else. So the landscape (other than earthquakes and glaciers!) remained essentially the same for very long periods of time.

I know for a fact from my own experience that as I’ve traveled about the United States, and even Europe, I have had a very strong inclination to grow plants I’m familiar with. And no wonder. For it is in plants that we find our sense of place, believe it or not. How many of you have transported yourselves to a new locale and immediately planted flowers that reminded you of the place from which you had just come? When I was in Arizona I planted sunflowers and Scotch broom [I know. I know. Invasive plant.] to comfort myself. I have now been pondering this human inclination for weeks: it is primarily plants that create the sense of place. I find this an amazing realization.

What goes on during those thousands of years as those plants are developing, along with the critters who inhabit those plantlands is what I am now calling an Evolutionary Contract. I’m using this term (which perhaps others have used as well) to talk about the subtle agreements that are made between plants and insects and animals, as well as other plants, that evolve between these elements, that ensure the survival of that plant, that bug, that animal. These miraculous agreements require an intense and careful scrutiny to uncover, to understand and appreciate. It is an even bigger step to embrace and foster a desire to want to protect or restore these agreements where disrupted.

In interviewing Ken Montgomery, who has been pondering these questions for several decades, he brought squarely into my consciousness that part of that Evolutionary Contract I’m exploring for myself here in California is fire, for California is a fire dependent ecology. We are only beginning to understand this. For decades we have engaged in fire suppression, interrupting this intrinsic Evolutionary Contract which expresses itself through things like seedpods that require fire to open, and thus to regenerate. The fact is that while, yes, animals may die in fires, forests are rekindled with life and new growth through fires, and so at the end of that destructive cycle, vast amounts of new food appears for the enrichment of the surviving populations. Ken reminded me of the well intentioned psa’s that abounded in preceeding decades through the image and messages of Smokey the Bear.
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Smokey the Bear

While I am the first to consider the accidental and deliberate setting of forest fires, I am also learning to embrace the concept of controlled burning, part of the landscape restoration process in California. Ken explained to me that the Native American Indians obviously had no way of stopping natural fires. When a fire started in the wilderness, it burned until the rains arrived. I’m trying to imagine the effect this natural phenomenon would have on the environment, were this possible today. Actually, last summer there were over 200 fires burning in Northern California that were allowed to burn themselves out. I found this impossible to imagine so I used Google Earth to expand my perception. This is when I began to understand just how vast California truly is.

“Yes,” says Ken. “To try to define what a native plant is in California is basically impossible. There are a multitude of environments in this state including areas like the Mediterranean, but also desert, mountains, and redwood forests. So what we are beginning to call native plants is indigenous.” This gives horticulturists a very different lens through which to view plants, asking if they are indigenous. What strikes me most about this reframe I find in the dictionary definitions above. I am struck by this line: “native implies birth or origin in a place or region and may suggest compatibility.” Indeed, in this intimation regarding suggested compatibility we find the key to the Evolutionary Contract.

OK, but so what?

It was very helpful to me that Ken, who himself is involved in largescale “restoration” that involves bringing indigenous materials (i.e. native plant cuttings or seeds) from a specific locale, nurturing and growing them and returning them to the locale, makes a distinction between urban landscaping and rural landscaping. In this context one sees that urban landscaping truly lends itself to the planting of exotic ornamentals if one wishes with one caveat: Ken makes the point that one need be mindful not to plant invasive and aggressive varieties which could escape and change ones environment drastically over time. Not good. But in a rural environment, one is much more inclined to be motivated to restore what was or to enhance what is. I think this is bound by rural folks being much more attuned to the concept of plants as defining place. In a City is it possible one might be more inclined to define place by buildings, events, etc.? These are new thoughts for me, that are being planted, stored and undoubtedly will sprout in various forms over time.

What is clear to me in a town surrounded by agriculture, albeit wine country, is that I want to now include in my exotic ornamental garden some native plants for a couple of basic reasons. Most important is that I have this image of all the little critters that move from place to place, moving about the surrounding countryside, until they hit a wall of concrete and houses and unfamiliarity, obviously none of which is part of the Evolutionary Contract stored in their miraculous dna. So my imagination now is envisioning including in my relatively smallish patchwork of smalltown property some sign of continuity. Maybe some of these beautiful grasses Ken has.
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California native grasses

Or perhaps I will build on the sword ferns I already have in the front yard.
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sword ferns

I want to do this because I am imagining that as these critters move about as they rightfully may I want to offer them something that allows them to intepret the environment they encounter as consistent with their inner programming. I want them to “think”, “OK, this is right and familiar.” Not, “Where am I? I’ve lost my way.” By including something from the old world which is their orientation it gives them a stepping stone over what we have created on top of their expected environment until they reach the outer edges on the far side of that (cement, highway, house, fill in the blank), allowing them to hopscotch back into their comfort zone. Does this make sense? There are people writing about creating these “corridors” so I know I’m not alone in this thinking. However, is this widespread? Hardly.

“The future of horticulture is ‘site specific cultivation,’ ” says Ken. “We are not planting anything that came further away than five miles from the site.” This taps into a meme that is moving rapidly through the international gardening community, the locavore movement. Amazingly, Ken reassures me that state parks in California are on board with this plan and are actively restoring wilderness according to these principles.

Readers can count on my continuing to explore this cutting edge approach to gardening and landscaping. I am moderate in my approach, but my heart says this is a direction to explore. Will you join me?

Love and gardening blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Synchronistic footnote: Following Philip’s comment this morning I was reminded that PBS has been running the Ken Burns’ special on National Parks, so I turned on PBS to see if they might be airing this on a Sunday morning. No. But at the very moment I tuned in a woman was speaking of “the corridors that link habitats for wild critters.” No, really. 🙂

A Simple Cup of Tea

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For decades now tea has been a cornerstone of our family life. It is through tea we help mark and create our daily rhythms. We begin each morning with a simple cup of tea, with a bit of honey and soy or dairy milk. This wakens us to the tasks before us and carries us forward into what must be accomplished during each morning. My personal early morning choice is always a black tea, usually with some fruity addition: blackberry sage, ginger peach, or perhaps blueberry. This subtle jolt of caffeine agrees with my system and tastes. The simple act of drinking a cup of tea each morning establishes a certain pace, rightness and rhythm. All is well. Now, into the day.

Lunch arrives and is no exception, though my choice for midday honors my extreme sensitivity to caffeine. Now we are turning the corner toward evening, and so this is the perfect time to include a healthy dose of iced green tea. While green tea does contain caffeine, it just over half what coffee contains. I find this a better choice for midday. Delicious, refreshing, nurturing and a big plus towards maintaining the excellent health with which I am blessed.
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To make this selection super easy I have a practice of making a big pan of hot green tea once each week. I simply bring to boiling about ten cups of water in a stainless steel pan, add high quality green tea, and let it steep. While it’s still warm I add some honey for sweetening. Then I allow the tea to cool to room temperature, then store this same pan in the frig for the week. This gives me a goodly amount for each day at lunch. When the pan is empty I immediately make up a new batch. I love the practice of having certain things “all made up” beforehand, and green tea is thankfully on that list. The blessing of green tea on hand is always deeply appreciated. And did I mention how much you save by making up your own? Healthy and smart.

I have added a new image to my Green Tea Ritual, deepening my appreciation of green tea at its source. This is what green tea fields look like. Isn’t this amazing?
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While I am not a person who drinks tea at “teatime” as the English do, or even after dinner, as some are inclined, I do take stock of myself before bedtime to see if I might benefit from a cup of chamomile. I am reviewing myself with two things in mind: have a relaxed enough as the evening has unfolded that I am ready to get a good night’s sleep (or was I not prudent and spent a bit too much time on, say, Twitter when I should have been unwinding from a day’s work)? And, secondly, has my last contact with food been thoroughly digested or could I use a little help? Hmmm. If I could benefit from either of those two conditions chamomile is indeed in order.
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I have a very long association with chamomile and so does our culture, from two directions. The early settlers brought English (or Roman) chamomile with them to the New World. And the Spanish took manzanilla (or German chamomile) with them to Latin America. Manzanilla is very common in Mexico, just as chamomile has become fairly common in America. If you haven’t tried it, do. I can speak from long experience that it will help with any indigestion. And if you can’t sleep, get up and make yourself a cup of chamomile (being careful to keep light levels very low so you don’t destroy what melatonin your body has already produced), and sip it and I guarantee you you will go to sleep in a bit. On rare occasions my dogs will awaken me in the night, and thank goodness I can rely on chamomile should I have trouble getting back to my deep sleep. So I am a huge fan of this herb and am known to have whispered, “Thank you, God, for
chamomile,” into a dark night more than once.

In thinking about tea I contemplated my garden as a source. There are herbs, mostly rosemary, lavender and oregano. But the only herb I have growing that I think of as a tea is a small bunch of mint.
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I chose a spot what would allow it to expand, as I had always heard that mint is invasive, but, be it a hybrid or what, it has not done that. However, I was happy I’d given it a closer inspection, given that it was going to have its picture taken, as I realized this one has now at last sent out some runners, so I’m hoping for a good mint source perhaps by next spring. Fingers crossed. Its tasty. I will say that. I tried a leaf. And I’m sure you likely know that mint is also a good source of digestive aid, not unlike chamomile.

I am hoping through this simple post that you will think about including more natural teas in your daily lives, or will share with us what ones you’ve turned to. I could write about the more medicinal qualities of herbs, but not today. My focus here was simply to suggest the inclusion of the simple cup of tea.

Love and garden blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Straw Bale Gardening at Frey Vineyards

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lovely wine barrel chair at Frey Winery
Take a seat, dear reader. We are off on a trip to Frey Vineyards, America’s first organic winery. I’d long told myself that a blogger living in wine country really ought to be posting now and again about vineyards and wineries. Right? So today is the day I’m inviting you to join me at a beautiful local winery. See? Vineyards.
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vineyards at Frey Winery

However, as much as I appreciate the beauty of the many vineyards among which I live, true to my independent spirit it was actually the straw bale gardens that motivated this trip! Yes, indeed. And here is our travel guide, Marie, resident landscape gardener at Frey Vineyards, and a bright and shining and generous spirit. Lucky us.
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Marie, resident landscape gardener at Frey Vineyards

Adding to the fun is Puppy the poodle, one of the many dogs who live at Frey Vineyards, and who happily joins us in the adventure.
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So here’s the skinny. It so happened that we attended a very large picnic which took place at Frey Vineyards over Labor Day, and I was totally enchanted with a number of things, particularly the straw bale gardens created by Marie. So I called and Katrina Frey kindly invited me to come out and gather information about this incredible way of gardening, which I fully intend to implement instead of the traditional raised beds I had been anticipating this winter. Hallelujah! So easy! You start here.
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simple straw bale

Are you already getting the idea? I knew you would! Marie suggests that you put two bales side by side and pile two on top of each. Of course this is ideal from so many standpoints! One doesn’t have to stoop as much, so much easier on the back and knees. One need not really dig. The bunnies are less inclined to munch. The dogs won’t you know what in it. The list goes on. I think it’s fantastic! So here’s what you do. You punch a hole in it. And you stick some dirt in the hole. And then you put your seed or starter plant in the hole. Water. Done! Here’s Marie showing me how to make a hole with her gardening tool.
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And here’s what you get!

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lettuces, basil and lobelia happily growing in straw bale

Is that not incredible?? And here’s a broader view of the beds, so you really get this technique.
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Now as if I needed even a teensy bit more convincing, this was the best part for me: the natural composting that occurs, as straw, miraculously, turns into this!
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Is this not the richest soil you’ve seen outside of your compost bins? With none of the work! Stunning!

“People think they need to feed their plants. What they don’t realize is that they need to feed their soil and their soil will nurture their plants.” ~Marie, resident landscape gardener at Frey Vineyards

So, after a couple of years these straw bales break down into that delicious treasure in Marie’s hand, and you can use that as a basis for your expanding beds, or start over. What was truly amazing to me was when Marie told me that a local Waldorf school teacher built a vegetable garden on asphalt with her second graders using straw bales! Can you think of the possibilities? Or you could put them on a sturdy roof! Or you could suggest a straw bale garden at a local nursing home. Perhaps you have an aging family member who loved gardening and this would be the door. Or maybe someone (you?) were longing for a garden but you only have a driveway? I mean, really. This could fly.

Not quite ready to leave Frey Vineyards in spite of learning what I’d come to learn, I asked if we might go see their beehives, as I knew they had an unusual hive from Germany that some beekeepers were ooing and awwing over on Labor Day, and about which I’d read. Marie was graciously happy to oblige. Here’s what that looked like. I was careful to not stand anywhere near the front, blocking bees from their intentional comings and goings.
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And here are some of the other more traditional hives, a short distance away.
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Marie kindly explained to me that they are raised up to the exact height that would put, oh, say, a raccoon’s face right in line with the front door (and flight path) of the bees. This would not be good for the raccoon, but handy for the bees. She says the dogs (and there are many on the property) never go near the hives. Good to know.

Ironically, as I was bidding farewell, Marie brought to my attention that, given that it’s harvest season, the winery workers are bottling today. Perhaps another day? Instead I turn my attention to the beauty of a very large perennial lobelia displaying her flowers in her final days. Today I’ll go with her.

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I am grateful for a lovely day.

Love and gardening blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

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