Transplanted Pt. One

Transplanted Pt. One

We are at Mister G’s {or at least what I will call him here}, staying until our place is ready. Most of our belongings are in our future garage, just waiting for the current tenant to finish moving the last of her things out before we move in. He kindly offered up his place until it is ready. Technically The Mister has already been boarding at Mister G’s for several weeks, since day two of his new job. The Mister was never terribly present since he worked all day and was out “home hunting” after work. So he wasn’t exactly in Mister G’s hair, but to welcome two littles and a wife as well? For who knows how long… that tells you what a kind and generous man he is.

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July 2

Sitting on the porch, I seek relief from the beating rays. Luv lays on the lawn reading. Cars and semi trucks drone on from across the river, closer I hear birds. I recognize the chickadee and robin. But there is an unfamiliar call mixed in as well.

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I could sit out on this porch all day with a book. Or a journal. Maybe even a laptop {if there was wi-fi, and I’m glad there isn’t}. Between the orchards, walnut trees, view of the river, and the waterfall – it is absolutely gorgeous out here. The waterfall Mister G built, each rock he used came from the property and the water is pumped from The Columbia River. That is one of the perks to having water rights, I guess!
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I know it will take some time to adjust to life on the east side of the mountains, but I think we will grow to love it here. The biggest adjustment so far has been the heat. Us “moss dwellers” {as we were so appropriately called} will just get used to it. It’s day two and I’m wearing jeans and a tank. Yesterday was *much* hotter from the start. Today is muggy, but I am actually thankful to see some clouds – however teasing they might be.

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Mister G has been incredibly kind welcoming my family into his stunning home. It reminds me of a modern farmhouse. Nestled around orchards and butted up against the Columbia River. Cherry trees are in his “back yard”, apricot trees, black and English walnut trees in his “front yard”, and a pear orchard to boot. Even an elderberry tree! I’d have a ball with all the harvests here. He often swaps apricots for peaches and nectarines {he gives apricots to friends and is given nectarines and peaches later in the summer}.

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On our walk yesterday, Luv asked if she could pick a pear. I explained they weren’t ready yet. Just about the size of my pinky finger, “In a few months they’ll be ready.”

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“You’re a good man,” Mister G laughed, “next time just ask me. I’ll save you a few bucks.”

The Mister came “home” with a bag of cherries and a flat of apricots – not knowing that we could pick as many as we’d like to have.

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There is something to be said about farm fresh food. I already knew this and have made steps toward eating local, in season foods. Wenatchee is {arguably} where our state’s best produce comes from. The apricots and cherries we have been nibbling on are *amazing*.

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Evening sprinklers kick on, wind picks up, Bugsy squeals with excitement as The Mister throws him into the air, and I smile – inhaling deeply. It smells incredible.

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July 3

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Today, the kids and I moseyed along the property. We were on an apricot quest. Of course, it wasn’t long before we found a tree practically begging to be harvested. Apricots that had seen better days littered the grass below, I tried to carefully step around them. The kids however giggled as they squished the fruits, reaching up to pluck from the limbs. I later learned these were “dry” apricots; smaller, milder flavored, but *oh so delicious*. Especially when dehydrated! Which is exactly what I planned on doing with them.

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Bugsy reached eagerly as I held him, taking as many as his chubby hands could hold. Luv counted aloud as she collected hers.

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We gathered enough to almost fill the dehydrator, brought them back to the house, and washed them. Mister G and I spoke openly about pesticides and “organic” farming. I appreciate his stance on pesticide use on and surrounding his land. It is certainly not my place to shame him about his opinion or choices made allowing pesticides to be used. Hmm especially when I just picked apricots on his property {!}…

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I enjoyed talking to him and getting his experiences and opinions. But we did agree to disagree *wink* He knows we don’t always have organic certified fruit, we follow a good < better < best template and take the dirty dozen into heavy consideration with produce. He also knows I am a big supporter of not so much USDA certified organic, but more so the local farmers following organic practices {no synthetic pesticides, artificial fertilizers, irradiation, non GM/GE, etc.}, but who perhaps cannot afford the certification required to say their produce is organic.

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Mister G tried to get catch me with a GMO trap though. “Those pink lady apples you and I love so much… They wouldn’t exist without genetic engineering…” I was quick on my headfoot. I knew just where he was going with it. “Sure, the same could be said for pluots,“, I led “but that is not the same as a genetically engineered food. Pink ladies are a hybrid fruit.” He smiled, “Fair enough.” Inside, I was relieved and doing a jig that I held my own in that potential debate he initiated. I think that discussion drew the line in the sand and cemented a mutual respect for each others’ opinion where “organic” produce is concerned.

Hybrid or GMO?

This weekend I am hoping to visit the local farmers’ market. Just to get a feel for how things are “over here” as far as pesticide use and GMOs go. The Mister has already told me to brace myself, he expects I’ll be disappointed. Perhaps he is right…

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while the farmers market was fun to visit, I was underwhelmed with what produce {and prices} we saw… I’ll give it a second chance though!

July 4

Today was busy, like every other Independence Day I’ve experienced in life.

We started by running a few errands in town and taking advantage of Starbucks’ wi-fi to check {and by check, I mean delete} my emails. Of course, that did not last long as soon as Bugsy spotted my iPad. He has become a bit too fond of that contraption. I must break that as soon as we get moved in. In this house – one that is all new to him, stoking his curiosity {and not at all “child-proof”} I find myself running around and chasing him to make sure he doesn’t fall downstairs, break something {again – he’s already broken a ceramic rooster head}, chew on fake fruit {also checked that off the list}, or wander outside {he’s done that, too!}. So making breakfast takes longer than normal, something that takes a good chunk of dedication and time as it is.

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I digress. Back to the iPad. Sometimes I sit him down and let him tinker around with Paper53 or Dice. Horrible? Perhaps. I’m doing something I honestly don’t like out of convenience and a little desperation. So I wasn’t surprised when he started asking for the iPad at Starbucks, “No, buddy. Not right now.” I quickly deleted the last of my emails just as he started to shoot off his rage rockets. Fabulous. So The Mister and I smiled at each other, nodded, and gathered our things. There’s no sense in letting him carry on like that.

We headed to the store to pick up some noshables for an impromptu barbecue that was at Mister G’s house {come to find out later, it was unbeknownst to him}. Once there I got Bugsy settled for his nap, came upstairs and started making my maple marshmallows.

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People started pouring into the kitchen, introducing themselves, and chatting. I met a couple of the guys from The Mister’s work. One is his supervisor {and Mister G’s stepson}. Everyone was super nice – seem like a tight knit family and I can see us enjoying their company for years to come.

Luv even made fast friends with another co-worker’s daughters. Both around her age, they waded in the river {calm, shallow water with no undertow}, “panned” for gold. The older kids {and adults} swung from the rope above and plummeted into the water.

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After we spent some time at the river we made our way back up to the house and started the grill. I made a simple mango and avocado salad with romaine and grilled carne asada. It was delicious. We also shared the marshmallows. Luv kept offering them, like a little gelatin pusher – love her, I do! Everyone that had one {or three} liked them. It’s nice to see others enjoying homemade marshmallows as much as we do. I kept pestering Mister G to try one, but he had already eaten a piece of cake and declined.

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It’s 9 o’clock and, shockingly enough, both kids are asleep. *jig* It has been a struggle getting them to settle at night, Luv until ten… Bugsy closer to midnight and then waking ever two hours after. A molar is pushing through, methinks.

Since they’re asleep, I’m putting the pen down and enjoying some fireworks on the deck with The Mister. Mister G said the houses on the other side of the river put on a good show.

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  8 comments for “Transplanted Pt. One

  1. August 8, 2014 at 12:58pm

    It really looks like the place you guys have moved to is beyond beautiful! I’d be quite excited to stay with a man who has his own orchard, too. Picking fruit and wandering aimlessly for hours would be where you could find me if that were the case πŸ™‚
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    • August 12, 2014 at 11:06am

      Yes, we walked along the property several times a day. It was beautiful, I wanted to take it all in πŸ™‚
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  2. August 8, 2014 at 3:38pm

    Great post, Erin! Cool to see what you guys have been up to. I imagine life must somehow be more peaceful and present without the constant distraction of the internet. I found your organic discussion interesting as well. I think it’s good to hear what people who ahve opposing opinions have to say. we try to eat more real foods, though hardly organic. But, real food is better than fake food, and right now, that’s good enough for me… though I know it makes a handful of my crunchier friends cringe!
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    • August 12, 2014 at 11:07am

      Absolutely, Lisa. Real food is a huge accomplishment on its own! πŸ™‚
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  3. August 8, 2014 at 3:39pm

    Oh, and gorgeous photos too! They tell a beautiful story! πŸ™‚
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