About our names for this blog

Sisterwild?  This is an old name we made up years ago when imagining ourselves with a bit of land near Sisterfarm.   Emphasis on the “wild,” as a counterbalance to the orderly and organized way our girlfriends arranged their lives and land at Sisterfarm.  It was, we said, the name for a mythical home we hoped one day to enjoy in the Hill Country.  After a while, we abandoned the name, thinking it too evocative of a different lifestyle, one we would not want to be identified with.

But here we are, many years later, enjoying as our own that precious piece of Texas Hill Country once known and celebrated as Sisterfarm.  And so our playful tease comes back to us but with a slightly different meaning this time.  It is a kind of homage to Carol and Elise, our sisters who created a place, a space, where women of many different persuasions and practices could meet and share a kind of sisterhood. A kinship with one another and with the earth.

So we will lay claim to “Sister” as a way to express our gratitude to our girlfriends for all they brought to us and created for us and shared with us in their life here at Sisterfarm.

But we have adopted this place and let it grow wild with “weeds”–native grasses and forbs and brush of all kinds.  No orderly planting of winter, spring, summer, fall crops here.  No planning ahead and ordering of seeds, no drawing out the garden plots, no figuring what will live and thrive next to what.  No, it’s all just wild for now.  What grows stays.  What dies and dries goes to the compost bins or simply composts in situ.  You get the picture, right?

So you might think of it as Sisterfarm-gone-wild…Sister-wild for short.  Sisterwildness. Sisterwild.

 

Sideoats grama in flower, summer 2012

And you might be wondering about “Bouteloua Times” and how that fits in.  Or what the heck “bouteloua” is!  Bouteloua is a genus of native grasses.  In fact, the state grass is Bouteloua curtipendula or, as it is more commonly known, sideoats grama.  And we are really excited about discovering all the native grasses that are growing so wildly all over this land.  Sideoats grama, hairy grama, switchgrass, little bluestem, Eastern gamagrass, cupgrass, silky bluestem, Lindheimer rosette grass, Lindheimer muhly, seep muhly, purple three-awn and Texas three-awn, and a zillion others we’ve yet to identify.  (And don’t for a moment think that just because I can write all those names of grasses that I can actually identify all of them!  That is a work in progress.)

Bouteloua Times is our way to report on the wildness growing here–grasses, yes, and also wildflowers, spiders, birds, insects, trees, critters big and small–natives or transplants to this land, making life here so extraordinarily interesting and exquisitely beautiful and endlessly surprising.  I mean, c’mon!–a porcupine at the back gate?!

That’s the life and “bouteloua times” at Sisterwild.

What a year this has been!

Who could have believed that we would become the stewards of this lovely piece of the Texas Hill Country?  We each and together had always hoped to have a few acres in this part of the world, it had never come to be.  Until last year, June 27, 2011, when we were gifted and graced to have the opportunity to acquire these nearly-7 acres.

We’re out here today celebrating the gift and visiting favorite spots around the property.  (Pictures to follow.)  We are remembering and honoring the Beloved Previous Occupants, Carol and Elise, who created a special paradise on this land during their 19 years here.  We clearly recall  our own delight when we first visited this place nearly 20 years ago at their invitation…to join them a work day (one of very many to follow!)

We begin our blog today on this first  anniversary to share the discoveries and the delights we have found here.  We want to tell stories of earth and air and trees and flowers and weather* (and other stuff, too).  We aim to post photos of moments and magic and mysteries. And oh!–the grasses!

We have a lot to share, so check back often!

There are seven or eight categories of phenomena in the world that are worth talking about, and one of them is weather.  —Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek