Monday, May 3, 2010
Instead of the buzzing incessant sound of traffic, ambulances and garbage pick up I have birds. In fact my next door neighbors have chickens, geese and ducks that are all very busy living out the dramas of their lives. Instead an alarm clock, I have roosters. During my afternoon naps I don't wake from the annoying sound of sirens, I wake up to the startling sound of new life. A mamma bird has nested in the rafters of the roofs right above our bedrooms. I am thoroughly enjoying the squeaks and peeps of the little ones. She seems to be very attentive. My cats are very confused about the situation. They can hear the birds but they can't see them, so they have spent many wasted hours attacking the walls. Bless their silly hearts!
We also have the fortune of amazing neighbors. The next door neighbors are very friendly with us. They are restoring their house alone, so it is a long term work in progress. In just a week we have learned about all the edible plants that are growing wild in our land. Greens like Chicory, Borage, and Radishes. We also discovered that this area is overrunning with wild asparagus. One of the first meals I made was from the bounty of the "hunt." We spent about an hour gathering edibles around the house and I cooked them up. I made an amazing penne with wild asparagus, I sauteed it with olive oil, garlic, Celtic salt and some lemon juice. It was superb.
The day after we officially moved in, our neighbors presented us with a welcome-to-the-neighborhood basket. It contained the harvest of their land and included things like jams, olive oil, and wild asparagus. One of the jams was cherry which I happened to eat in about a day it was so delicious. What made it delicious is that it was not overly sweet. It tasted like cherries not like cherry candy.They have a delightful family. We noticed that when the kids come home from school in the afternoon they don't just go inside and turn their TV on or play with video games. They are outside with the parents or hanging out with the geese and chickens. They are very polite as well...unlike our neighbors before. We lived in a building of eight apartments. The neighbors upstairs were constantly fighting and yelling at their kids. They were also teaching them at a young age to be the next generation of animal abusers. Every time we would meet in the building they had to make some lame comment about my dogs being disgusting and dirty. My dogs are far from being dirty. They smell like fresh rain because they don't eat nasty dog food. The neighbors below never cracked a smile or said hello. The man was OCD and had to bleach the elevator anytime we had used it. So besides being a jerk he wants to cause everyone's cancer from the fumes of chemicals. But I digress...I no longer have to live in that Eco-monster HURRAY!! In stead of having 6 animals in a cramped apartment my furry friends run around all day among olive trees, fruit trees and lots of overgrown grass.
The other great neighbors we have are two houses down from us. The woman is an American woman from Boston who is a vegetarian and a hippie. They have over an acre of property. She lives with her boyfriend who is a gardener. His gardening philosophy is called Synergistic gardening which is based on the idea that there are no straight lines in nature and therefore there should not be in gardens. The gardens are typically horseshoe shaped or round and raised above ground. They are organic as well, and use veganic compost. They have already invited us to dinner, which is very kind of them. As soon as I have a kitchen I will return the favor and cook them an amazing vegan meal. I think I will try to get into their hearts and minds through food.
I can't emphasize how lovely it is to have neighbors that say hello, that I have something in common with, that don't have televisions, that care about animals and the earth, and that thrive off of producing their own food.
When we started this house hunting journey two years ago, I knew that when the right house came to us we would "know." We must have looked at 15 different different houses all of which had characteristics we liked but most had characteristics that would would not want to deal with down the road. Kitchens that were the size of an ant hill, a house that was beautiful but next door to an egg factory farm. I was afraid of cancer from the pollution or becoming a hoarder of liberated hens.Now, two years later, we are in the "right" house and I think we are in a very blissful state.
When we first started house hunting our main interest was in finding a garden large enough for our puppies and cats. I promised myself and the powers that be that when we found this house I would go straight to a kennel and adopt an old dog that has been in the shelter for at least 10 years. I found her! Her name is Bumba and she is a survivor of hell and for me, she is a living miracle. She was thrown away in the Canile of Rieti which was formally a Canile Lager, which I have written about in a former post here:
Thousands Linger in Hell
Our family is complete with her in it. My new life begins now, a life of sustainable food, gardening, and being neighborly. I also want to share the bounty of the land come harvest time. I am so grateful to the universe for allowing me the life that suits my family and I.