Three Bs and an E

Bea's big reveal

Buster's bushed after opening gifts

Ben gets toasty

echos of Ella

Fairmeadow Farm Hoop House

Helping our friend Michelle at Fairmeadow Farm as she assembled her really big 20 by 100 foot hoop-house, was a good trial-run for our own hoop-house construction, though we could put 10 of covered gardens under her roof, with plenty of room to navigate!).

Not long after erecting the cover, inside and out her crops looked sumptuous, as if carved out of marzipan, obediently lined into their rows, patiently waiting for harvest.

A winter CSA is quite a different animal from a summer operation. Along with the challenges of growing with radically reduced warmth and sunshine, our weather here is unpredictable and can be quite aggressive (as we saw two weeks ago when our sudden, very wet snowfall weighed-down our hoophouse to the degree that I thought it had collapsed, though it sprung right back into shape as I removed the snow - whew!)

We've had two Fairmeadow Farm pick-ups to date and thank goodness we're proceeding with work on our cold cellar.
Potatoes, carrots, white and red onions and garlic, mixed greens, spinach, leeks and radishes, pumpkins and gourds, celeriac and herbs. Brussel sprouts and cabbage ... so far.


Michelle posts recipes on her blog (like Martha does on the Orchard Hill blog), giving information, recipes and tips for enjoying the veggies we might not otherwise serve.

Winter never tasted so good!

Our Winter Harvest, hopefully

When we bought our little house in May 2007, we had many plans, the way you do when everything seems "doable". We imagined we would keep the projects small-scale, have endless resources and energy, and accomplish anything we set our minds to.



One thing that was obvious to both of us, was our need to find a way to better utilize our south-facing back yard, which was 20% garden and trees, 30% pavement and 50% grass.

While waiting for inspiration, we set about planting perennials in any bare garden spots, and watched to see how things grew everywhere else for the rest of 2007.

Inspiration came the following February in the form of a snowy dinner visit to Orchard Hill Farm. Accompanying Martha as she "shopped" for salad greens, we found ourselves in their hoop house, snow banked-up outside the plastic walls, the earth inside warm with sprouting greens. This truly was one of those "I can do that" moments; we were both shocked and motivated.

In the following months, supported by Ken, Martha and Michelle, and armed with information (and precedents) from Eliot Coleman and his Four Season Farm in Maine, (a location which shares our longitudinal growing zone) we planned and dreamed of our own winter garden.





The hoop house concept is simple;

1) take an existing garden
2) add one air-tight, structure to contain the sun's warmth

and PRESTO-MAGICO!

3) enjoy your winter garden

Growth during the winter months will slow considerably, and the plants will eventually have to be covered within the hoop house, with blankets of row cover cloth (which we got at Lee Valley), but we should be able to have fresh greens and herbs well into the new year.

Of course, that's all theory.





I was incredibly naive in my assumption that if I could design an enclosed garden, then I could also build it, believing I was designing for engineering/construction-challenged folks like Robin and myself.

Fortunately, in stepped Lisa just when I would have despaired.




Apart from the end walls which had to be framed, and the door which had to actually open and close, I also hadn't taken into consideration the pitch of our yard for which I would have to compensate structurally.


Wind and snow loads will be tricky, and where were my yards and yards of triple-mix top soil coming from?

So, Lisa and her trailer were working overtime; we were even working by her headlights a few times.

Within days of having completed the structure, we had ordered our seeds from William Dam Seeds, which arrived in a few days and Robin was busy getting everything into the ground. One week later things were sprouting and we've been enjoying fresh mixed greens, arrugula, spinach, beet greens and cilantro.











Soon to come will be the radishes, kale and chard. We're also hoping to over-winter our rosemary, tarragon and thyme which would normally die off.





Thanks to Laura as usual and Dan for the use of his post-pounder (did I mention the re-bar used to structural support?), to Ken and Martha for all their support and wisdom, and to Michelle for showing how she "hoops" it.










And of course, to Lisa the Tool Girl for her unwavering faith that anything can be fixed with a Dewalt or a Sawsall.




Frankie says "beets - yuck"

The Wind at Our Backs - BionX

Although I am a believer in the theory of "work where you live or live where you work", I have to admit in practice it isn't always possible.

Growing up in St Thomas, I walked or cycled everywhere. I could always get to school on my own steam and even come home for lunch. To the library, movie theatre and band practice, to swimming and tennis lessons, I was independent and active.

In Toronto, thanks to a convenient public transit system and our weather-hardiness, Robin and I were able to get to and from work, shop for groceries, garden in our allotment and generally enjoy the City without a car.

Small communities are a different matter altogether, especially in a country as big as Canada.


Prepping for our move back home and anticipating the dreaded job search, I took a map of St. T and drew a circle with a 6k radius. This was the maximum I felt I could comfortably cycle to and from a job every day - a distance a little less than that which I was at that time cycling daily for work. Gladly, surprisingly, all of St. Thomas proper fell within my pencil line.



What I didn't take into consideration was home ownership; you can't bring home drywall, or a sink, on a bike. And from getting to work on snow or rain days, trips to the hardware store or garden centre, Port Glasgow or Port Bruce and dinner in London to shopping in the Covent Garden market, collecting friends from train station, and checking-in with our doctor in Toronto, there are many places you can't get to by peddling.


Blanche DuBois was onto something when she said I have always relied on the kindness of strangers.

Whether we seem sadly in need or possibly due to an abundance of positive Karmic energy, we are surrounded by amazing friends, neighbours and family who understand our deep commitment to the environment and our decision to work and live within cycling distance to most everything we need on a daily basis.

And for those times when we don't need a car but the journey length seems unmanageable, electric or power-assist bicycles are our best option.

During our research, we investigated a number of variations on the electric bike theme, ranging from a folding mini-bike with a heavy battery pack (very pedestrian) to a moped-type vehicle which manages to qualify as a "bicycle" by the cosmetic addition of pedals thereby avoiding licensing / safety by-laws (fraudulent).

We settled on an amazing product called BionX, purchased at First Cycleworks in London.

The owner was completely jazzed about BionX and quite clear that this system is all about pedaling, albeit with a little help. He had answers to all of our questions and even delivered the bikes to us. (that's right - you can't pick up your new bikes, on a bike). T his Canadian made product consists of a kit designed to retrofit your existing bike by replacing the standard rear wheel with one containing an all-weather, magnetic, brushless motor. This motor, connected to a light-weight rechargeable lithium battery pack mounted on the vertical down-tube, works to support your pedal power rather than replacing it. With the battery removed, your bike doesn't look like anything special (or worth stealing) and we were able to mount our usual trunk (crate) on the back.

As you pedal, the BionX reads your thrust exertions and can give you your choice of 35%, 75%, 150% or 300% proportional power assistance. It's like having the wind at your back, even uphill. And when you brake, the system automatically cycles into Generating mode, briefly recharging.

On our first big test, we cycled comfortably from St. Thomas to Port Stanley to Sparta and home. This 50k trek was quite a feat for a couple of guys who are more two-wheel commuters than cyclists, and it was manageable and enjoyable. Presently, we charge the battery by the conventional plug-in-outlet means, though you can switch to "G" mode while riding downhill and charge. Eventually, we could recharge using solar power.

I'm still using my old bike to make the 6k commute to and from work each day but it's great to know we can still get to the farm, even the beach, on our own steam.

Big thanks to the folks who keep reminding us why we love living here and who improve the quality of our lives by their generosity.

Now, if only I could convince them to take a ride in my Bionx sidecar ...

It Takes a Village ....

... to redo our bathroom, apparently

I guess folks were smaller in 1950 because our bathroom is literally one yard wide, from wall to tub edge. Factor in an average sink at 24-28 inches and you're inhaling just to step in. Actually, it's more of a shuffle (beware the door knob).

I've never agreed with the concept of making streets wider because cars are getting bigger and I guess I feel that way about my living space too. Whenever possible, if you've got lemons then make lemonade - don't install a pop machine.

And so we decided to work with the 8ft x 3ft space we had. We wanted something as no-toxic and environmentally sensitive as possible, befitting the age of the house and done with minimal waste. We started to spread the word - we needed help and lots of advice from friends, and patience from ourselves.

I've always been a vinyl shower curtain kinda guy though I was increasingly concerned about the plastic smell that I was always inhaling. Following a suggestion from neighbour Laura, the old curtain was relegated to the garage as a tarp and we found a liner at the $ store made of polyester (polyester is a synthetic polymer made of organic or inorganic compounds). As Laura said, if every hotel in the world uses it, it must be a design that works.
It not only keeps the shower water in the tub and dries quickly on the rod, it's easily laundered and can be hung outside on the line.

In spite of our best efforts searching websites and showrooms, visiting the Habitat Re-Store and various warehouses and junk yards, we couldn't find a small pedestal sink. We wanted one which would originally been in place and would therefore be in scale with the bathroom. Finally, acting on a tip from our friend Robyn, we contacted a place in Toronto's west end called Addison's Inc. and the resulting visit found Laura driving us, and our new sink, back to St. Thomas.

I never liked our medicine chest. We simply didn't have enough products to fill it and the brass and mirrors were too shiny for me. In removing the behemoth I uncovered the original cabinet, recessed into the wall. It was fairly small and the door had been removed but I loved that we were able to use the original shelves; shelves that had once likely held a straight razor or possibly flat blades, tonic, Noxzema, bobby pins.

Our new pal Lisa, who did the majority of our woodworking (baseboards and trim, cutting and fitting the bead board panels, shelf making) and all of the caulking, created a beautiful mirrored door fashioned from a picture frame she stained and sealed. Hinged and equipped with a magnetic closure, the inside of the door is painted grey chalk board for secret messages or reminders.

Our vinyl flooring had done its duty for as long as it could and it was now our obligation to replace it with a healthier choice; healthier being somehow from a renwable source or nontoxic or recycled. After some research and an endorsement from Dan we followed my original instinct and chose Bermuda Blue linoleum. Made from lineseed oil, cork and wood flour, and backed with jute, linoleum (and its young sibling Marmoleum) is still made by following the basic recipe from the 1860's. Up came the plastic floor and in came Nick, the lino guy from Elgin Flooring.

Similar was our approach to the toilet. The old one was from 1978 (every tank has a date stamped in it) and it had become a three-flusher. Not only was it inefficient (I had put bricks in the tank to force it to use less water), it occurred to me I was 15 and watching Charlie's Angels when it was installed so it was definitely due for a sequel. The toilet was removed, along with the old sink and the remaining tiles from the wall (necessitated by the removal of the old vanity) and in came the Carson from Ambrose Plumbing to install our new sink and an efficient, tall toilet (thanks for your help Jackie!).

A few coats of low VOC paint from Mike at Para Paints and our old privy really feels like a beautiful room befitting the house, not just a place with running water to get your business done.

Our bathroom is now efficient and very low in toxins, the holder stocked with 100% recycled toilet paper from Cascades, and our tankless water heater is ready to go; it’s an integral step in the plan to make our home healthy.

So thanks to Laura (especially, but not only, for the RENO cake and use of her bathroom) and Lisa (wow), Robyn, Dan, Nick and Carson, my folks for delivering us dinner and holding their tongues during our speachifying on "recycled this" and "eco that", and to Jackie and Mike.

We now have a beautiful bathroom and will qualify for a $100 rebate for the toilet as part of our Energy Efficiency Evaluation.

Candy Tongue, Tattoos

When we moved to St. Thomas last year, we were moving towards something, not away from something. Yet we did leave behind some pretty special bits of our lives.

Such as my pal Lisa.

Now here's a gal who likes things the way she like things and if you dare to ask "why?", you'd be wise to take a seat.
She's got a knack for making me split-a-gut.
I've never laughed so hard, and for such a long time as we did that one particular time together, and all it took was a highlighter and a ceiling fan. That's how it is with Lisa - even getting your change back at a store can end in tears. It's hard to explain; it's a kind of magic.

I remember another time together when we encountered an old-style screen door on a store in Toronto's Queen West. Admittedly it was an odd sight, a porch door in such an urban setting, but Lisa was completely stumped (and a squirrel could have got it opened) - I don't know what was funnier, Lisa's mystified look as she gingerly opened the creaking door, or her look moments later, leaving the store, when she got flummoxed all over again.

But I'll pull this back from sounding like a eulogy and take aim at the target - I big thanks for all the belly laughs we've had and the many still to burst out.


a tattoo haiku
candy tongue tattoos by neil hubert

The candy tongue tattoos
were kind of a hit -
Whilst sitting Miguel who is 9, I suggested
We should each get a tongue tattoo
courtesy of my friend Lisa
(who you've not yet met)

He was so excited,
he wanted to wait
to show his mom,
who was away in Spain,
for another week hence
(likely drinking Mateus and thinking about him)
so I said
We'll do them closer to her date of return
and I forgot.

now I can't find them
for I think he put them in his pocket
likely sticky now
from running and splashing
laundering and wringing
but still fun, though not on the tongue
our candy tongue tattoos

not for candy tongues

Investing in Tomorrow

One of the things that prompted me to quit smoking years ago was my realization that the day would come when I would have to quit.

I stepped out of my denial and stopped doing something I knew wasn’t good for me.

That's pretty much how I feel about the state of our environment; I figure why should I wait for the nasty to happen when I could be proactive and make some changes today that will ease my adjustment to the inevitable?

We've had a few generations now of opting, out of ignorance or laziness, for waste rather than conservation, speed over good stewardship.

Our era of convenience carried a steep price and the planet has begun collecting on our debt. We burned a lot of fuel, quickly cultivated and consumed a lot of inexpensive food, and destroyed countless acres of ecosystems; the very systems we need to help cleanse our toxins.

I think we need to realign our perspective on cost and value.

Today’s organic tomato costs what a tomato would have cost my great-grandmother, long before we could mass/fast grow everything. Organic food is the real cost of responsible agriculture, and it's why we should be willing, whenever possible, to spend a bit more, short term, because the long-term benefit is well worth it.

And so I’ve realized another wish on my Energy Retrofit Master Plan – our tankless water heater.

Viewing our gas bill last month, I noticed an announcement from Reliance for a new lease product, the Rinnai On-Demand Water Heater. Robin made a call and a week later our old tank was taken away as the new system was installed. Hot Water on Demand (we sometimes call it instantaneous hot water) is a tankless system which heats water as you require it buy coiling cold water, through tubes, around a heat source. Our hot water consumption is already pretty low due to the fact that we generally wash our clothes in cold water and have an ultra-conserving front-loading washer, so the amount of gas we'll now be burning will be minimal (with this new generation of systems, there isn’t even a pilot light on when it’s not heating water).

Like our organic tomato, I expect we'll be paying more for our monthly rental fee (up to $31) and, though we can't tell the difference in our day-to-day life, I know it's the kind of change that makes a big difference for the future. To lesson the impact of the installation charge and new monthly fee, we will qualify for $200 in provincial and $200 in federal grant money as part of the Energy Efficiency Evaluation inspection we had last October.


I’m no longer afraid of the future since becoming an active participant in the change that will form it. We should all make our own positive choices today, because we know if we don’t, the choices will be made for us.

I know my grandparents would be proud.