Our Scraps Garden

We didn't bring any seeds with us, and given that we're in a temporary house, the amount of work it would take to start a proper garden just didn't seem to make sense. I've read a number of wonderful books and articles that are all about growing your own food from scraps, and so does our "garden" grow.

The first scraps were scallions. Scallions are brilliant and super easy to grow, just buy a bunch from your local grocery, cut off the bottoms, stick them in the ground (or pot of soil) in a location with partial to full sun, give them a bit of water and voila, you have onions for life! I planted ours in a pot just outside our porch the day after moving in. We cut off what we need and they grow back very quickly.

With most fresh herbs that I bring home, I just trim back the leaves from the bottom, as leaves in water are poisonous to the plant, cut about half an inch of stem off from the bottom, then put them in a glass of water on our table until they've grown sufficient roots to plant.

The next clipping that I got my hands on was a bit of chocolate mint, a long time favorite of mine. The Island Farm had some when I stopped in one day, and I put some in water, hoping to have it sprout roots. It did! It started off well, in a pot next to the pot of onions, but it just wasn't growing. Of course, it wasn't dying either, but I wanted bounty, not just one pretty little sprig.

I moved it into the ground on the other side of the house, where it was abused by children, land crabs and the occasional cat before finally being mowed down the one time we had our lawn cut since we've been here. Yes, I know that it's been quite awhile, but we just haven't got the equipment to do it ourselves, or the money to spare to have someone do it for us. We've asked around, and people here want $70+ just to mow our lawn! Admittedly, these days we sometimes expect to see a lion stalking us in the waving grass that is slowly threatening to swallow our palm trees. Since our goat ran off the first day we had her, we've decided to get an old fashioned grass whip. A grass whip can not only trim your grass, it improves your golf swing and gives you a good core work out!

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The above, is how much our grass has grown since July. Conversely, below, is how much of a comeback my little chocolate mint has made. Jon came in this morning and pointed out that it's fighting to live. The fact that it's come up in several small places, makes me think that the roots have really worked hard in our red, dense soil.

There's a bit of extra room in with the onions, so I've tried to grow leeks and celery there with no luck in the past. Both times that I've planted the end of some celery, it started growing, got up to about 3 inches, then wilted and died. This week, I've given it another go, adding two types of basil. So far, so good. I also did a few basil sprigs in another pot, shaded beneath a palm and another plant and it was feeling strong this morning, so my fingers are crossed!

In the last picture, on the lower right, you can see the top of a carrot that has started to grow.

All in all, we're happy with our little scrap garden. I keep burying garlic cloves, ends of large onions, seeds from anything and everything in what little bits of shade that we have. If a tomato goes past its eating days, it gets buried along with everything else. Each time, I go for a slightly different location, but usually somewhat sheltered by a tree or bush. I'm curious to see what might start coming up next year, long after we've forgotten about our buried scraps of food treasure.

Fresh, Organic Herbs & Greens!

One of the tragedies of living in such a beautiful island, is the sad dearth of quality food. This is slowly but surely changing, as there are a few of us to whom not eating pesticides in every bite is important, and some of them have turned farmer.

Eleuthera Island Organics (EIO) has changed locations, and is on a much bigger farm these days. Edgar Seligman enthusiastically showed me around the new property, located just south of Eleuthera Island Shores (between two old silos, on the Atlantic side, by a row of palms). Using a combination of the shade from trees and shade cloths, EIO has managed to create an environment that will produce year round, despite the terrible strength of the sun in the summer months. EIO is busy planting and harvesting after a number of setbacks from munching caterpillars to watermelon thieving raccoons. They are preparing to launch as a C.S.A. (Community Supported Agriculture) in October. Currently, they are delivering a weekly order or fresh organic herbs to the Coral Sands hotel in North Eleuthera.

This year, for only $25 per week, we can expect to see a weekly box with a variety of delectables, such as swiss chard, a pound of lettuce, three kinds of fresh basil, orange mint, sage, dill, thyme, tomatoes, yams & sweet potatoes. If we're lucky, we'll get figs too! They also have plans to grow peanuts, which makes (my) Jon happy!

I saw three different varieties of avocado, a couple of peach trees, at least three different types of mango, there will be guavas, passionfruit, papaya, bananas and more! EIO has been using a combination of washed seaweed and ash as fertilizer around the trees and they are loving it. Edgar said that he was amazed at how quickly they had grown in the last few months and thinks that it's likely that they'll be producing next year.

Edgar and his crew at Eleuthera Island Organics have given us a reason to look forward to the fruits of each and every season.

Hatchet Bay Fest

Today is a holiday in the Bahamas. The Slavery Abolition Act 1833 ended slavery in the British Empire on August 1, 1834. These days, it's celebrated in many former British colonies during the first week of August. Our own Hatchet Bay has a week long celebration, which we stopped in to enjoy on Saturday. Storytelling was scheduled at noon. I'm a huge fan of stories, so aside from the crab races and crab catching contests, this was the most exciting event on offer in my humble opinion. Jon was very obliging.

We made our way up to Hatchet Bay at 11.30 on Saturday morning. It was hot and muggy, and most people don't much bother with the fest until evening, at which point they drink and party until 4am. We made our way up to the bar, and were happy to see a familiar face.

Shavone looked exhausted, but still had a smile for us. She told us that this year, she wasn't working as an employee, it was her bar. She'd won the bid for it (there is only one bar in the festival), and it was going really well, although she'd only had 7 hours of sleep since Monday. She opens at 7am, at which point she has a line of people who can't wait for a drink. "You get people who don't wanna go home! They jus' drink an' party and then sleep a little on the beach then come beggin' for me to serve 'em at 7 in the mornin'!" I grinned, "You sound very disapproving, but it seems to be good business for you." She giggled, "Yeah, you got dat right!" She then called Mario over to ask about the story telling and walkabout. He asked a local woman to walk us over, she looked at him like he was crazy and then up at the sky, with its hot sun blazing down and declared that she'd drive us over.

"Now, Ms Rona is old. She tells stories, but you've gots'ta ask her questions and she'll answer. She knows all about Hatchet Bay." I confess, I was looking forward to some good island stories with an animated older woman who'd put the fear of God into you, as soon as look at you. If like me, you've grown up with Bre'r Rabbit and Bre'r Fox stories, you'll understand my secret hopes. Bre'r Rabbit was another incarnation of the African spider, Anansi. The stories are identical and numerous, with the folk hero of the story always being a trickster and trying to outwit the others in the story. The Bahamas are a treasure trove for these stories. We pulled up to a green home that I had seen on previous trips to Hatchet Bay. Sitting on the porch were a couple of young women, and in the corner, an older woman with a slim build, in a brightly colored blouse and skirt with a sequined hat upon her head. "Meet, Ms. Rona."

Her "granddaughters" Monique and Marcita sat at either end of the porch and prompted her with questions, "Tell her about the house!" She'd laugh and look a bit embarrassed, "Oh, this house is old." Monique piped up, "It's over 150 years old! It's the oldest house in Hatchet Bay!"

As we spoke, people driving by would stop and wave and yell out greetings, anyone walking down the street would stop for a few minutes to chat with Ms. Rona, A couple of people happened by with a grocery bag of things for her. Ms. Rona, at nearly 90, has outlived most of her family. Her own child would have been 72, 20 of her 21 brothers and sisters have passed. She's had two husbands, and now she lives in her daddy's old home, where she was born and raised. She remembers the day that people on the island saw their first plane in the sky. It was exciting and strange. In those days, the mail boat came twice a month. She talked about walking all day to Harbour Island in the north, lighting a fire so that a boatman would come and take her across so that she could go to the doctor. That was the only way you could do it in those days. There wasn't a doctor on this island, though many years later, there was a white nurse who lived here.

I asked about what women did in childbirth, she said, "Oh, mostly, they died! I almost died when having mine."
"Were there midwives?" I queried with concern. She nodded her head slowly, so that her entire upper body moved with agreement, "Yes, but they didn't know much of anything." She couldn't remember how many different wives her father had had in order to make 22 babies.

We then talked about bush medicine and Marcita, who is a science teacher in Spanish Wells, enthusiastically gathered samples and identified nearby plants for us, including the Castor plant, from which we get castor oil. Everything has its uses, many "cool the blood" which is another way of saying that they lower blood pressure. Ms. Rona had a book that was only recently published, entitled, "Bush Medicine of the Bahamas". Jon and I plan to pick it up at the bookstore (read that as, "Office General") this week. It's an invaluable resource that will keep alive a tradition of natural remedies that is being dismissed as part of the "old ways" and therefore of little value by the young.

My favorite home tale, Ms. Rona refused to tell because she was embarrassed at having been such a bad girl. Marcita had no such compunctions. It was one of her favorites, and she told it well.

When Ms. Rona was 11, she and a friend decided to steal potatoes from her daddy's farm. They sneaked out into the field and dug up some potatoes. Being hungry, they decided to cook an' eat 'em on the spot. They built a fire, right there at the edge of the field to roast those potatoes. Now, makin' a fire is a whole lot easier if you use a lot of grass to get it going. They piled the grass high and, oh! They lost control! That fire went on burnin' and spreadin' and burnin! It burned her daddy's farm, an' kept a'spreadin' and burned down two more farms besides! Now, they were scared and tried to run an' hide, but some men from the next farm saw 'em and caught 'em. "We're gonna take you to your daddy and he's gonna beat you to within an inch o'your life!" She was so scared!

Ms. Rona interrupted, "Yeah, but my daddy never hit me. He stood up straight and he told those men that I was a child of eleven. I didn't know what I was doin' an' there ain't no point in beating a child for being ignorant. He'd take care of it. Oh, they was mad! Wanted to beat me themselves, but he wouldn't let 'em. Later, he took me out and said, 'If you get hungry and steal potatoes, you gotta make a fire in a clear space on rock. Take and put rocks all around in a circle like this, and then make the fire in the middle.'" Her eyes were far away as she spoke, I could almost see her as a little girl, shaking with fear, and her daddy sighing and teaching her how to do it better next time, even though all his crops had been burned down. A faint smile touched the lips of this beautiful woman who had seen so much in her lifetime.

Marcita laughed, "Ooohh, your daddy never beat you, but you were lucky that your momma wasn't there, she sure woulda!" Ms. Rona nodded, it was true, her mom would have given her a sound beating over that one.

Ms. Rona announced that she was tired, the day was hot. Monique declared that now we were family, so we were always welcome. We laughed and hugged and thanked Ms. Rona for her time and her stories.

Fishing Contest

Marcita walked us down to the dock on "the pond" where they were having an all day fishing contest. I was surprised to see that the only people fishing were women. They don't fish with poles here, just a line and hook. There were men supine in the shade of the shelter at the end of the dock, while others sat on the picnic benches in the middle and called out jokes like, "What you doin' layin' on the floor like that? At least we know what you'll look like in your coffin!" Small children ran around, fascinated by the fish and the hermit crabs. Why hermit crabs? Well, they use the intestines as bait. A woman brought a big bucket of hermit crabs. Then as they needed bait, they'd grab hold of the crabs and rip them out of their shells. Then they'd bang the shells to get the back side out, slip it on a hook and toss the rest of the crab into the water.

This woman had just caught a 3" fish. She held it up and everyone laughed and laughed, while yelling for her to throw it back.

Jon went off to explore the entrance to a cave off the pond while I laughed and chatted with the locals. Before long, he was back with new caving adventures planned for another day. Marcita drove us back to the festival, everyone on the street asking her what she was up to. When she replied that she was taking us on a walkabout, she was met with laughter and, "You doin' the walkin' for them?"

We rounded out our afternoon chatting at Shavone's bar, over drinks and barbecue before heading home. It was a lovely, if very hot and muggy day.

It's another very hot and sticky summer day on Eleuthera. Good news, though!
The Whistling Duck's new website has been launched!

We're getting ever so much closer now. Although, we haven't yet begun a fund raising campaign in earnest, we're gearing up for one, and donations are always welcome. We're going to have to put together another $25k for legal niceties: permits, licenses, fees, etc. It's quite funny, the differences in the way that we need to go about the legal system, vs the way many Bahamians might. While it's true that much of the legal red tape can be skipped without too much trouble (if you're Bahamian and keep it low key), if we attempted such tomfoolery, we could be thrown off the island.

We've learned to become incredibly patient...very, very, very patient, indeed. It took us a year to purchase our land, another four or five months to get a copy of our conveyance. We hope to be ready to open by late 2015.

Views from the in-town office

There is something very calming about these views, day in and day out. We work out of the library if our internet is down at home, which happens all too frequently, and unlike the power, which is likely to be out for about 2-4 hours at a time, when the internet goes down, it's a week or two before it comes back up. It's a bit noisier than home, but it's kind of like the town "water cooler". It's the place to meet up and socialize.

Off to see the architect...

Rise and shine! Feed the kitty gnawing on our feet. Take deep breaths and stretch. Put the kettle on. Get dressed. Make breakfast, do the washing up. Play with the kitty. Make lunch. Put mobile office (computers & headsets) and lunch in backpack. Slip on shoes and walk out the door with a cup of tea! So far, life on an island isn't that different from yours.

*blink* Good morning. *blink*

After months of back and forth, designing and redesigning our property and facilities, we've got fairly finalized drawings. The hostel itself, as well as the Manager's house will both be Deltec, unless something changes. Although Deltec does the architectural drafts for you, Bahamian law states that you have to have a Bahamian architect approve the final design. In addition, we're doing a number of other buildings and towers that the local architect will need to draft for us. We have an 11.00 appointment.

11.00
Um, this is awkward. He's not there. Some very cheerful young people working in his office manage to get a hold of him. Can we meet at one? Sure, why not.

Our in-town "office", also known as the library, is abuzz with kids. The little ones fill the downstairs to overflowing. It's too loud to hear one's self think. Upstairs, there is a summer photography camp for older kids. They've all got cameras and are trying to get creative and think outside the box. There are two pictures that are here to inspire them with the power of photography, with a number of the kids and adults side by side on the pavement, "blood" on clothes and dripping down the exposed limbs poking out from underneath what appear to be garbage bags attempting to cover cadavers. It was apparently done in Nassau as a protest against the crime there. Unfortunately, it was so realistic that it kept upsetting people coming into the library, so the librarian moved the photos upstairs out of common view.

Forty-five minutes until we can head back to the architect's office. Quite possibly, the most difficult thing about living on a very quiet island, is the sensory overload when suddenly in the midst of a group of people, especially kids.

All About the Face

Today is another rainy Bahamian summer day, lightning shooting across the sky, with almost simultaneous, house shaking thunder. Just to be on the safe side, we've plugged the modem into our trusty solar battery pack. Rain is both cooling and fills the rainwater catchment tanks around the island, so no complaints here.

I've had a couple of mind blowing revelations this week about cosmetics. Now, being a simple girl, my "beauty regime" has long consisted of washing my face with Clinique soap, roughly $14.50, and following it up with Clinique's Dramatically Different Moisturizing lotion, $26. While not cheap, they don't break the bank, I've used them for years. I love them. I'm not allergic to them! I'm allergic to nearly everything that I've ever tried. I stopped for a few months last year, as I experimented with washing with Dr. Bronner's Tea Tree Oil bar soap and moisturizing with organic jojoba oil, but I didn't like the texture of my skin while using them, so I went back. I bought enough Clinique to get me through a year of living on the island. Then, last week, I discovered the Oil Cleansing Method (OCM).

I was skeptical. The idea of cleaning my face with oil just sounded, well, absurd. I've got oily skin. I read a number of posts all over the crunchy internet world and words"dewy skin" caught my eye. I think that was the phrase that sold me. Crunchy Betty has some wonderful things to say about it, I recommend clicking on her name for five trouble shooting tips.

What is the oil cleansing method?
Well, essentially, you take about a dime to a quarter's worth of oil into the palm of your hand and then massage it into your face for about two minutes. Then, take a clean wash cloth, wet it with hot tap water, wring it out and cover your face with it, letting the heat and steam soak into your pores for about a minute. Personally, I end up rinsing the wash cloth and repeating the process of cloth steaming my face two to three times before using it to wipe/scrub the oil from my face. Afterwards, my skin feels super soft and hydrated, not oily at all! After a week of twice daily OCM, Jon has noticed the incredible difference in the texture of my skin. It's smooth, radiant, and yes, even dewy!

The basic concept of this skin care and cleansing method is that the oil used to massage your skin will dissolve the oil that has hardened with impurities and found itself stuck in your pores. The steam will open your pores, allowing the oil to be easily removed. Should you need it, the smallest drop of the same oil formula patted over damp skin will provide the necessary lubrication to keep your skin from over-compensating in oil production.

Getting the right mix for you, will probably involve some experimentation. Two of the most commonly recommended oils to mix are Castor oil and Olive oil. Yet olive oil is very heavy and has been known to cause problems in some skin. Castor oil is quite strong and needs to be mixed, or it will actually dry out your skin. The oils that you choose are up to you, but remember that organic is best, as anything that you put on your skin, gets absorbed into the body. The fewer chemicals, the better. I've been using pure organic grapeseed oil all week, but I'm going to try mixing it with a little castor oil this weekend.

*What Oils Are Best for Oil Cleansing?
Castor oil is gives you the most cleansing, dissolving bang for your buck. It’s also highly antibacterial in nature.It can also be drying. So depending on your skin type, you’ll either use more or less castor oil proportionally to the other oils. Try experimenting with 10-15% castor oil, if your skin is oily. If your skin is dry, I'd recommend skipping it altogether, as it can be quite drying.

Good Oil Cleansing Varieties
Jojoba (all skin types, but very desirable for acne-prone skin)
Sweet almond (all skin types, especially oily)
Grapeseed (all skin types, especially oily)
Avocado (dry and aging skin)
Sunflower Seed (all skin types)
Olive (all skin types)*
Apricot Kernel (dry, aging, and normal skin)
Argan (all skin types, especially aging skin … very pricey)
Tamanu (all skin types … very pricey)
*You’ll probably want to stay away from coconut oil for oil cleansing, as it is a known comedogenic and may possibly clog your pores and exacerbate blackheads.
*Source

So, now that I have that dewy glow, what can I do about that persistent shine?

Facial Powder

Being fair skinned puts me well into the minority on our island. I know that it's impossible to buy any kind of facial powder here. It's left me feeling more than a little alarmed as my stores of it are now nearly at an end. Today, at the recommendation of Wellness Mama, I've decided to make my own. I bought a box of cornstarch ($4 for a pound or so) in the baking section of the market today and discovered that it can be brushed straight onto the skin, or as she recommends, you can mix with spices like cinnamon, nutmeg or cocoa powder to add a bit of color. She actually recommends using arrowroot powder over corn starch, but that's an impossible find when you live back of the beyond. Of course, I'd be happier if I had organic corn starch, but this is a great start, and not as harsh on the skin as talc. The lovely Crunchy Betty goes into a little bit more depth about mixing facial powders from your kitchen!

Savings? Well, with Clinique, I typically spent $10 a month on my face, plus another $5-$20 per month on facial powder depending on the brand. The OCM will end up costing about $5 a month, if I've calculated the oil usage correctly. The corn starch is pennies per month. All that, and my skin looks and feels better than ever!