Poetry and Pizza

Come up the pathway lined with trees, come see the flowers and the bees…

Come, step through the garden gate,
And forgive this blog for being late.
There is you see, much to be done,
for harvests come with summer sun.
And lazy days come in the fall,
when firelight flickers upon the wall.
Until then, we just keep going,
like a river, to the ocean flowing.
Rising with the cockerels crow.
Making lists:
Now, jam the berries and pick the peas,
and dry the herbs for winter teas!
Pull the garlic when the sky is blue,
and don’t forget the firewood too!
Give praise to the greens that keep you going,
give praise to the garden and all things growing.
And so, this blog is “deep-thought-free”
my ponderings have gone to sea.
For now we gather like the bee,
willing slaves of July’s bounty.
(I am afraid the poem ends there, but perhaps this is a good thing, eh eh. The photo’s however continue, as I thought you might like to see the wonderful things happening in and around Mark’s oven…)
This, and I cannot wait to share the exciting news that my brother Cohen has moved to our neck of the woods! Yes, after living in Italy for the past 5 years teaching sustainable food and animal welfare in Sienna, he has come to work together with us here at Honey Grove. Cohen and his fabulous fiancé Katie will be joining forces with Mark and I in the realm of sustainable food and farming. (There will be a good deal more on this topic coming soon.) For now though, I invite you to picture a sweet summer evening by the wood-fire oven. Imagine homemade mozzarella cheese and freshly picked tomatoes and basil. Imagine wood-fire-sourdough- pizza and the taste of Honey Grove.
Oh, and do not forget to add a pint of Mark’s Farmhouse Ale to your imaginings, for there is nothing quite like it!
Now, I must be off, for there is honey to extract and a winter garden to plant.
Sending Summer Blessings to All. Thank You for your company, it means more than we can properly say.
Nao, Mark, Gus and all at Honey Grove.
PS-We do get the occasional rest/daydream in too. Although I must admit that Gus seems to be able to squeeze in more naps than the rest of us. Still though, we do our best;)
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The Marvel of Mastery~

There is a little farmhouse down the way. In it, live two lovely people and a number of small dogs greater than 10. The walls are hung with unusual instruments, all of them old and brought from faraway places. There is not a bare space on wall or shelf that does not contain something stringed or bellowed. There is you see, an old-world-charm about these people and their home, about the giant teapots that steep the strong black tea they to serve their guests, that take two hands to hold and pour. And, every month this little house and the two people who live in it host a gathering, in which traditional folk musicians from around the world are invited to play intimate concerts to the local community. Mark and I have attended several of these evenings and they are positively transporting. Being in this little house, while a fiddle is playing to the dusk settling over the field beyond, is like being in a 16th century British pub, in a small village, on the edge of a meadow.
Truth be told, I sometimes wonder if these people and their farmhouse exist at all, but each month we receive another e-mail inviting us to attend another concert, and more often than not, we go, for how could we not? Last month we went. We scrubbed the dirt from beneath our fingernails and we went to see a pair of young musicians play Irish music. And play they did, but nothing could have prepared us for the skill with which they played, for the music that flowed from their fingertips and filled that whimsical room and the field beyond. They were masterful in their musicianship. Their ability was remarkable and their passion could be felt in every note. I can still hear their music, on a summer’s eve in my own garden, as the sun sets over Honey Grove, for that fiddle has entered into my heart and stayed there.
The next morning, after the concert, Mark and I sat in our own little farmhouse, sipping tea from a much smaller teapot, and as we held those warm cups against our chests, we entered into a conversation about mastery, about giving oneself to a craft, about practice and discipline. What arose next was a profound respect for the combination of dedication and heart that propels a human being into mastery. We discussed our own passions and heart-songs and the honing of our Honey Grove skills, and we laughed hard at the long way we still have to go, at the life-long learning we have signed up for, by moving to this land to live our dream.
Baking bread and brewing beer
and keeping bees
and growing gardens, these are also crafts.
They are practices that take years and years to learn, and a lifetime to master, and we (Mark and I) are little more than keen students at this point. Every time I open a beehive or plant a seed in my garden I learn something new, and Mark says it is the same for baking bread and brewing beer. Yes, I am not sure there is an end to the learning or the wisdom gleaned from experience. And so, all of this is to say that Honey Grove is not only our passion, but it is also our practice, and oh how very much there is to learn. The books on our shelves can point us in the right direction, but they cannot make us accomplished gardeners or bakers. Watching u-tube videos about sourdough culture or queen rearing cannot teach us the secrets of artisanal bread baking or masterful beekeeping (and despite how obvious this is to acknowledge, we seem to live in a culture that attempts to convince us otherwise).
I do not know for sure, but I wonder if becoming truly skillful at something has as much to do with the wisdom of the body, as it does the mind. That is to say, that the body has to be involved as much as the mind does. That the hands learn how to bake bread as much as the mind learns the recipe. That the fingers learn the musical notes as much as the eyes learn how to read the music. It is after all, the hands that plant the seeds and dig the compost, and the muscle that lifts the honey-super and gently lowers the frame of bees back into the hive.
And after dancing for over 30 years of my life, I have learned something of the alignment that comes to mind and body after many years of practice.  And if I where to say what this was, I might say that it has something to do with becoming a gateway for the inspiration and the passion to flow through. I think passion needs a way into the heart, for it is through the heart that passion activates the body and engages the mind, so that we might bring something beautiful into the world. And when we apply ourselves to one thing for a very long time, this gateway becomes finely tuned, a clear channel through which passion can be expressed with ease and skillful grace, and this to me, this is what mastery is.
And speaking of mastery, Mark’s Mum and Dad have come to join us for the first weeks of summer, all the way from England they have come.  Each year they come to Honey Grove for 3 weeks to visit us and to help us with our current gardening and farming inspirations. And we could not be more blessed to have their wisdom and incredible support. Mark’s Dad has 56 years of horticultural experience, imagine!  He is a retired adviser of the Royal Horticultural Society of England, and his knowledge of plants and trees and planet earth is astounding.
I can ask him the latin name of any plant I see in the hedgerow, or forest, or garden, and he can tell me what it is and about the conditions in which it grows, as well as the pests that plague it. He has taught me more about gardening in the past three years than I could ever have hoped to learn from any book or course, and in my humble Honey Grove opinion, there is no greater gift.
And Mark’s dear Mum, well she is a master of another sort. She is perhaps one of the most skillful homemakers that ever there was! When it comes to making jams and sewing curtains and hemming trousers and darning socks, one could not hope to find a better teacher. She could sew with her eyes closed and watching her skillful hands at work on the sewing machine or with needle and thread, you soon recognize that it is her hands that hold the knowledge of these crafts. Her hands know how to thread the machine, and wield the scissors, and stitch the fabric just so.
When she is teaching me the very basics, she often laughs and says, “Oh, I am afraid I forgot to show you how to do that beginning stitch, it is just so natural to me that I do not even think about it.” She also, puts down her sewing to make delicious puddings and do a bit of weeding.
And so, together, with Mark’s Mum and Dad, we are spending our early summer days in the most wonderful school of all, on the land that we love, learning from two masters. Otherwise, the bees have found the blackberry flowers…
And the phacilia flowers.
And there are strawberries growing absolutely everywhere.
And the currents are coming into their sweet tart perfection.
Meanwhile, we are eating new peas and spicy greens and baby beets and the most wonderful kale.
Oh, and there is of course another kind of master here on Honey Grove, one who spends his days playing in the tall grass.
And if he is not chasing rabbits (which he cannot catch) or napping in the sunshine, he is overseeing all Honey Grove activity with a loving and watchful eye.
Reminding us, as he does, of the secrets of the Universe, which are, incase you have forgotten: “not to worry and all you need is love.” Now, I must be off, for there are lessons to attend in the garden this morning!
Bright Summery Blessings and thank you for your company.
Nao, Mark, Gus and All at Honey Grove
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