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May 8, 2006

quick update

I haven't had time to blog recently, but here is a quick update by my house mate, Sylvia Keesmaat, that she wrote to promote the upcoming workday/open house on May 13. More soon!


Hello Friends,

Here is a brief update on what is happening at Russet House Farm. Spring is in full swing. The daffodils and tulips are out. The plum trees are in blossom and their perfume makes working in the gardens a joy. The peas and spinach have sprouted, and some of the onions have been planted. We have three calves now, two heifers and a bull calf. The ducks and chickens are enjoying rooting through the garden and our small chicks have now become teenager chickens, free-ranging down in the pasture. It is a beautiful time of year now, especially since the mosquitoes are not quite out yet. Two of the barn cats have had kittens. One litter is accesible but the other is hidden so deeply that we can't see the kittens, but we know they are there. The greenhouse is full of seedlings growing strong and sturdy, and the pond is full of frogs and peepers.

We know that some of you indicated that you were interested in coming for another work day in May. We are planning one for this saturday. Work we will be doing will include: digging and weeding in the garden, transplanting daylilies, digging and putting into pots some trees (mainly balsam and cedar) that are growing in the middle of the trails (we don't want them to get trampled), and building the cubicles for composting toilets. There will also be a children's programme let by Marianne Karsh in the afternoon, and the morning will involve some activities that children can be involved with.

If you would like to come, please let us know so that we can plan for food. If you are coming and have room in your car, let us know that as well. We are assisting some people in finding rides. We hope that you are enjoying spring.

peace to you,
Sylvia Keesmaat

July 18, 2005

best-laid plans...

It certainly wasn't my intention to abandon this blog for over four months, but our life has been in an ongoing state of upheaval since my last entry, back in March. Sarah and I were just beginning to emerge from the chaos of moving and spring cleaning when we were plunged into a deeper and more profoundly unsettling chaos by the birth of our first child, Hannah Ray Bliss Bakker, on April 18 -- six weeks early.


Hannah was born with abdominal complications that required immediate surgery. She was airlifted to Toronto's Hospital for Sick Children from Peterborough the morning she was born, had surgery that night and has been recuperating in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit ever since. She has an annular pancreas, which means that her pancreas is wrapped around her duodenum, completely blocking the exit from her stomach. Her stomach was very distended at birth and she was throwing up large amounts of amniotic fluid. The surgeon has sewn part of her intestine to her stomach lining to create a new exit from her stomach into the intestine. Her bile duct is also in an odd place which means that her bile drains directly into her stomach instead of into her intestine as it should. Her biggest problem now is that she has a short intestine, probably because it was not receiving any stimulation while she was growing in the womb. This means that she can't digest breastmilk, or enough formula to meet her nutritional needs. She is fed a partial diet of pre-digested (i.e. broken down) formula through a tube directly into her stomach, and receives the rest of her nutrition intravenously, although this presents its own set of complications over the long term. All in all she's got a lot of complicated issues to deal with for someone so young.


But she is absolutely delightful. It is a joy to spend time with her every day. She is alert and we see more and more of her personality emerging all the time. This weekend she moved from the intensive care unit to the gastro-intestinal ward. She has her own room here, and one of us can spend the night with her. Sarah and I have taken responsibility for a great deal of her care, and we will be getting training to take on more. It looks as though Hannah will still be on intra-venous nutrition when she goes home and we will be getting some in-home medical support from community nurses, as well as continuing to consult closely with the team of doctors at "Sick Kids" who are managing her care. Our hope is that we will be discharged by Labour Day, so that Hannah will be able to enjoy late summer and fall on the farm.


This is certainly not how we anticipated spending our first summer as farm co-owners and as parents. I have been able to go back and forth to the farm (about a 1 1/2 - 2 hour drive) a bit to try and help out there, but Brian and Sylvia have had to shoulder the lion's share of the workload. They have been a tremendous source of support to us during this time, as have all of our family and friends. The garden is gorgeous, but our pastures need a lot of work. We bought hay for the winter from our neighbour and there have been a few areas where we have had to scale back our ambitions for this year. But the farm is very beautiful in the summer, in spite of the mosquitoes, and we can't wait to be there together as a family. We've been very fortunate to be able to stay at the Ronald McDonald House the entire time Hannah has been in the hospital, but the corner of Yonge and Gerrard in downtown Toronto just isn't the same as being home (although we've now lived there longer than we've lived on the farm).


Alan has made plans to buy a few more Kerry cows from the Rare Breeds Society and we also bought 20 Barred Plymouth Rock laying hens last week, so we are making some progress in a few areas. Our next goal is to develop a plan to revitalize our pastures and get the Ford 8N tractor running properly. At this point it seems to need a new clutch, although for a while there its catalog of ailments seemed to be changing almost daily.


One thing about hanging around a hospital for several months is that (if you're like me) you tend to get some reading done. I'm looking forward to using this blog more regularly in the future as a way of articulating our vision for the farm now that there is some light at the end of the tunnel, at least in terms of Hannah's initial hospital stay.


She, and we, will have a lot of hurdles to overcome as she grows and her body adapts to the challenges it faces. Your prayers will be appreciated.

March 4, 2005

week one

We closed on our property last week and I moved up there to take over the day-to-day operation of our new farm/sustainable living education/retreat centre. We don't have internet access there yet, but I'm back at our apartment in Toronto this weekend for an intensive packing session (we're trying to spread the task of moving out over the month of March). I want to let you all know some of the highlights of my first week of life in the Kawartha Lakes region of Ontario.


I've heard different meanings for "kawartha" such as "land of shining waters" and "shining waters, happy place". My Canadian Oxford dictionary says it is a corruption of the Huron word kawatha meaning "land of reflections". I like that one best, and it seems appropriate given the context of this blog.


I should also mention who our partners in this enterprise are. Alan and Diane Engelstad and their children, Jeremy and Faith; Brian Walsh and Sylvia Keesmaat and their children, Madeleine and Lydia; and Marianne Karsh.


Alan and Diane used to work for Citizens for Public Justice in Toronto, and they were the ones who kick-started this project when they discovered the property for sale and began looking for other people as crazy as they are. Brian is a chaplain at the University of Toronto, and Sylvia recently left her position as a professor of Biblical Studies at The Institute for Christian Studies. They have each authored several books including their latest collaboration Colossians Remixed. Marianne is a professional forester who runs a non-profit organization called Arborvitae whose mandate is focused on "nourishing spirituality through nature." We all know each other through Church of the Redeemer (Anglican) in Toronto.


On to last week's highlights:


Last Friday Brian and I went to the Ignatius Loyola House (a Jesuit retreat centre) farm in Guelph to look at some certified-organic yearling heifers that we were considering buying as the basis for our beef herd. We took our neighbour, Roger, who was also interested and has more experience in these matters than we do. We decided against buying them at this point however.


Saturday was cleaning/painting-prep day at the house. Diane, Sylvia, Brian, and Sarah came up to work, organize, pick paint colours, and go for a walk on our new property. My good friends Tymen and Pauline also came up for the whole weekend to help paint ceilings. My parents came to visit and brought a giant pot of soup which we heated over the wood stove. Between the soup and Sylvia's canning we feasted our crew in high style on a motley collection of chairs around my desk which served as an improvised kitchen table. It was a glorious meal.


On Sunday Tymen, Pauline, Sarah and I took a painting break to go snowshoeing in our woods. It was a beautifully clear, cold, February day. I lost the snowshoe race when one of my snowshoes came loose and I fell in a drift. It's actually surprisingly easy to run in snowshoes, as long as you lift your feet high enough.


On Monday I was filling up our new (used) truck at the diesel pump in Fenelon Falls and got chatting with a man named Anders who owns an elk farm. I was curious, so he invited me to see the farm and have coffee with him and his friend Jim, a retired school teacher who now owns some elk and helps Anders do chores on the farm. I officially feel completely at home in our new community after all of three days.


A couple of weeks ago I went to see an organic vegetable farmer who has some Kerry cows, the same breed we have (his are related to ours). He made me flapjacks and coffee on his wood stove as he advised me to go easy during our first year on the farm. He left a job in marketing three years ago and bought his farm. He said he spent his first year running around doing all kinds of projects that proved to be pretty pointless in the long run. He said we should make sure we take time just to walk around the farm and tell ourselves, "we did it." So on Tuesday that's what I tried to do. I took time to enjoy the round of chores - feeding and cleaning up after the cows, chickens and ducks, splitting kindling, tending the woodstoves, checking the electrical system. I believe taking some time just to enjoy the farm every day will help me keep from getting overwhelmed at how much there is to do. Oh yeah, I also found a drowned rat suspended in ice in the cow's water tub that morning.


We had some snow early in the week so on Wednesday I put some gasline antifreeze in our 1958 Massey-Ferguson tractor, charged the battery for an hour and, much to my joy, got it started. We have a big, old Lucknow snowblower mounted on the tractor for clearing our lane. Our lane is half a mile long, and it's not actually on our property. It's a deeded right-of-way that belongs to our neighbour who uses it for access to the fields around our property. He doesn't use it in the winter though and we do, so we get to clear it. I have to back the tractor down one side of the lane, turn around, and come back up the other side. I found out that it's not a good idea to aim the spout on the snowblower into the wind. That afternoon I went into Fenelon Falls to set up an account for propane delivery and to buy a work parka to wear when I clear the driveway.


On Thursday morning I got a phone call from an annoyed woman at the propane company. They sent a truck to fill our tank, but the driver couldn't get up the lane because the wind had drifted deep snow across it during the night. I started the tractor and cleared the lane again. When I got to the end of the driveway I met my neighbour across the road who was annoyed with me because the wind blew some of the snow I was clearing from our lane onto the road in front of his driveway. I apologized and tried to blow the snow off the road, but the wind blew that snow into his driveway. I found out that whatever direction you aim the spout on the snowblower, the snow goes where the wind blows. I went back to the house, got a shovel, and cleaned the road by hand. Later that afternoon, the propane truck came again and I found out that propane is expensive. Alan arrived in his 1973 VW camper van, thus confirming all the neighbours' suspicions that we are a bunch of weird hippies. He's going to store the van at the farm until summer. We had a celebratory beer, then went into town for dinner at our new favourite restaurant "The Sow and Cow."


This morning Alan and I got up at five, fed the animals, and drove into Toronto so Brian and Sylvia could take a load of books and bookcases (most important things first) to the farm and stay to watch it for the weekend while Sarah and I pack. We're going to share the main house with them for the time being until we get some more housing built on the vacant lot at the back of the property. So far I am completely enjoying this new chapter in our lives.


Back to packing.




shameless advocacy

The following is excerpted from an e-mail that Sarah forwarded me after she sent a letter to her political representative objecting to plans to drill in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Please click on the link below if you would like to do the same. See our previous blog entry if you would like to know why I think it would be a good idea.


Political leaders in Congress and the Bush administration are once again pressing to drill in the Arctic Refuge.? And for what?? A few months' supply of oil that would not reach the market for a decade. Meanwhile, the harm to wildlife and to our greatest wildlife refuge would be irreparable. We need to save wild places like the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge for future generations.? Please take action now at:


Defenders of Wildlife



February 18, 2005

Principles of Sustainability 1

Relationships


Part of my goal for this blog is to articulate for myself some of the principles underlying our vision for a "sustainable culture". The concept of ecological "sustainability" has become something of a catch-phrase in eco-circles, and I'm concerned that it might be in danger of slipping into vague half-meaning at best, utter meaninglessness at worst, through overuse (see "postmodern" for an example).


To that end, I hope to address from time to time elements of a healthy vision of culture that I believe to be of crucial importance. These won't be surprising to anyone with any degree of cultural sensitivity, but I hope to perhaps be able to offer a fresh perspective on some of them. They are not offered in any particular order, but simply as they occur to me. All of them are, of course, completely interconnected and interdependent.


The first principle of sustainability for me is relationship. Barry Lopez has written a fascinating essay titled "Landscape and Narrative", published in his book Crossing Open Ground, in which he describes interdependence - the idea that everything in creation exists in relationship with everything else. This is also the principle underlying the neo-calvinist idea of "sphere-sovereignty".


I think of two landscapes - one outside the self, the other within. The external landscape is the one we see - not only the line and color of the land and its shading at different times of the day, but also its plants and animals in season, its weather, its geology, the record of its climate and evolution... Perhaps a black-throated sparrow lands in a paloverde bush - the resiliency of the twig under the bird, that precise shade of yellowish-green against the milk-blue sky, the fluttering whir of the arriving sparrow, are what I mean by "the landscape"... These are all elements of the land, and what makes the landscape comprehensible are the relationships between them. One learns a landscape finally not by knowing the name or identity of everything in it, but by perceiving the relationships in it - like that between the sparrow and the twig. The difference between the relationships and the elements is the same as that between written history and a catalog of events.


When we consciously develop the ability to perceive relationships in a landscape, it becomes more and more difficult to behave in a haphazard manner, as though the consequences of our actions were somehow contained by some non-existent principle of detachment. Once we understand, and care about, the relationship between the sparrow and the twig it becomes easier to care about the relationship between the twig and the root, the root and the ground, the ground and the river, the river and the municipal dump, or dam, or factory, or the gasoline that we accidentally spilled while filling our motorboat.


Power often has a vested interest in denying relationship. People in power often try to tell us that there is no relationship between ourselves and a "flat, white nothingness" (Secretary of the Interior Gale Norton's description of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge) way up north that just may have fossil fuels underneath it.


The following quote is excerpted from a story on Orion Online about the fate of an exhibit of the "stunning Arctic Refuge photographs of Subhankar Banerjee" at the Smithsonian.


Banerjee's talent and access to the remotest wilderness captured the attention of a Smithsonian curator. Originally arranged as an exhibit in the museum's prestigious Hall 10 gallery, poetic captions were penned and, very typically, fervent opinions clashed. But after the "Boxer rebellion," mysteriously, Banerjee's debut was relocated to a hallway leading to a loading dock, with revised didactic captions replacing the poetic and ardent legends originally conceived.


Banerjee prepared this caption before Senator Boxer's debate to accompany a photograph of a buff-breasted sandpiper on the coastal plain of the Jago River: "This species, a long-distance traveler that migrates each year from Argentina to the Arctic Refuge coastal plain to nest and rear their young, is one of the top five bird species at greatest risk if their habitat is disturbed."


After the Senate vote, the Smithsonian edited the caption to read: "Buff-Breasted Sandpiper / Coastal Plain of the Jago River."


To deny the relationship between aspects of creation is to deny the relationship between ourselves and the earth, one another, and with our creator. It is a destructive and inhibiting mindset that led to a pronounced and pervasive expression of alienation in twentieth century culture. The first step to healing ouselves and our culture is to affirm the importance of relationships, because the relationships we see expressed in the external landscape, urban or rural or wild, are reflected in our "interior landscapes" as Lopez describes them.


Similarly, the speculations, intuitions, and formal ideas we refer to as "mind" are a set of relationships in the interior landscape with purpose and order; some of these are obvious, many impenetrably subtle. The shape and character of these relationships in a person's thinking, I believe, are deeply influenced by where on this earth one goes, what one touches, the patterns one observes in nature - the intricate history of one's life in the land, even a life in the city, where wind, the chirp of birds, the line of a falling leaf, are known. These thoughts are arranged, further, according to the thread of one's moral, intellectual, and spiritual development.


Lopez's point regarding interior relationships is true also in the metaphorical landscape of culture. The anthropologist Wade Davis uses the term "ethnosphere" to refer to the oneness of human culture, just as "biosphere" refers to the oneness of the physical world. What we tend to forget is that the metaphorical, imaginative world of story is inseperable from our experience of the physical world, a relationship which Lopez affirms in his essay. Metaphor expresses the relationship between our imagination and the landscape, and in large part the reading and study of literature is engaged in recognizing recurring patterns of relationship that express the oneness of the world. These are sometimes referred to as "archetypes" or "correspondences".


With certain stories certain individuals may experience a deeper, more profound sense of well-being. This latter phenomenon, in my understanding, rests at the heart of storytelling as an elevated experience among aboriginal peoples. It results from bringing two landscapes together. The exterior landscape is organized according to principles or laws or tendencies beyond human control. It is understood to contain an integrity that is beyond human analysis and unimpeachable.


The Italian philosopher Giambattista Vico (1668-1744) argued that we can place ourselves outside of any of our modes for understanding culture - philosophy, theology, mathematics - except story. We can imagine a time when human beings lived without these other, more rational, constructs, indeed we can imagine that many people still live without them today, but we can not imagine a time when humans lived without story, a time before myth. The mythical framework is the catch-all of human culture. The fact that ours is the first culture that has broadly considered myth of every kind to be frivolous explains a lot about the alienation of many people. It is no accident either, that a culture divorced from story is also a culture largely divorced from its landscape. I believe that the hard work of cultural renewal begins with an affirmation of the relationship between story, landscape, the arrangement of our lives, and the way all these elements combine to form the sphere over which God is sovereign.




February 12, 2005

some pictures


I thought I should post some pictures of the farm that I took last November.


Here's a view of the front of the house The original log cabin was built in the 1860s. You can see the solar panels on the roof of the addition, through the trees. The panels on the left are photo-voltaic and they generate electricity. The big panel to the right is solar-thermal for heating water.



This is the addition.



These are our Kerry cattle. Kerries are a rare breed of Irish dairy cow, believed to be descended from cattle brought to Ireland by the Vikings. That's Nina, the cow, in the foreground; and Comet, a steer, in the back.



This is our barn. It needs a little work, but we think it has potential. I'm kidding, actually. This is what's left of a barn on our neighbour's property. I do think it serves as an appropriate image of what industrial agriculture has done to the family farm and the environment.



January 26, 2005

Planting the seed

Enclosing the field within bounds

sets it apart from the boundless

of which it was, and is, a part,

and places it within care...


- from Sabbaths by Wendell Berry


Sarah and I have purchased, along with some friends, a fifty acre farm near Fenelon Falls, Ontario, about an hour-and-a-half north of Toronto. This property has been operating as the Sun Run Centre for Sustainable Living, a not-for-profit organization, for fifteen years. The farm includes a one-acre certified-organic garden, fifteen acres of pasture, and the rest is cedar and mixed hardwood bush. We are forming a partnership to run the farm as an education/conference centre with a focus on sustainable living and farming strategies.


We hope to explore how our Biblical worldview informs our desire for a more sustainable (i.e. less ecologically destructive/exploitative) way of living in and with creation, and we hope to learn from others who may or may not share our worldview. We intend to develop the farm as a retreat centre where people can rest and rejuvenate, but also where they can educate themselves in a hands-on as well as in a reflective manner. Eventually we hope to develop a commercial farming operation to demonstrate that organic farming is economically as well as environmentally sustainable. We?ll need more land for that though.


The original house is a two-storey log cabin built around 1860. A two-storey passive-solar frame addition was built in 1993. The farm is not connected to the power grid, but electricity is provided by 24 photo-voltaic solar roof panels, a wind generator, a propane-fueled backup generator, and a large bank of storage batteries. Our heating is provided by two wood stoves, which also serve for cooking in the winter, backed up by a propane-fired forced-air furnace.


Other buildings on the property include a small barn and tractor shed, a wood shed/workshop, a summer house and outdoor kitchen used for training workshops, a cob cottage, and a

greenhouse.


There are a few other residents. Particularly notable are two Kerry cattle - a rare breed of Irish dairy cow - Nina?s the cow and Comet is a steer. We?re hoping Nina will calve for us this fall. We are also moving in with Pantera - a Lab-Shepherd mix, a cat, chickens and ducks, and becoming neighbours to lots of animals too numerous to mention (although the Pileated Woodpeckers and Wild Turkeys stand out in my mind).


We close on the property on February 24. I?ll be moving there right away to take over the day-to-day operation of the farm. We?ll keep our apartment in Toronto until Sarah takes maternity leave from work (our baby is due June 2!) and joins me at the end of March.


Kirstin and Rob have graciously offered to host this weblog as a way for us to reflect on this new chapter in our lives. We, along with our partners (you?ll hear more about them soon), are very excited that this opportunity has been made available to us and we already have more dreams for this venture than can probably be realized in all of our lifetimes. I doubt that anyone would take something like this on if they hadn?t been influenced by Thoreau at some point in their lives. I certainly have been, and I keep turning in my mind to this quote from The Succession of Forest Plants:


Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed... Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.


My hope is that we have a fantastic seed here, and we're looking forward to telling you about how it's growing, and maybe even having some of you up to the farm some time to see first-hand what we're up to. I'll end my inaugral blog (bear with me, I'm sure they'll get shorter) with a reminder from another big influence, Wendell Berry, that whatever seed we may have and however well we tend it, the end result is out of our hands.


Whatever is foreseen in joy

Must be lived out from day to day.

Vison held open in the dark

By our ten thousand days of work.

Harvest will fill the barn; for that

The hand must ache, the face must sweat.


And yet no leaf or grain is filled

By work of ours; the field is tilled

And left to grace. That we may reap,

Great work is done while we're asleep.

When we work well, a Sabbath mood

Rests on our day, and finds it good.