Well there's lots and lots of birds showing up and making all kinds of good ruckus these days. Finally figured out that what I thought was an old tractor trying to start up down in the valley is actually a grouse call. Also seen and heard tons of woodcocks, woodpeckers, and woodjohnsons (just kidding about that last one...formal apology for junior high humor, I thought it was funny...still laughing).
Aaaaannnyyway, yeah, lots and lots of songbirds flitting about. Raelin calls them all titmouses (or is it titmice?). Also seen a lot of raptors about, which are my favorites. To date this spring: several bald eagles, sharp-shinned hawk, coopers hawk, northern goshawk (finally!!!! and what a sighting as it dove into the chicken flock ;), merlin, kestrel (I think), and today a small kettle of 3 broad winged hawks riding thermals north.
On another note, the cat seems to have caught all the slow unaware rodents around. For awhile there he was coming home with 2 or 3 a day, and I saw him more than once eating them away from the house as well, so who knows how many mice, rats, and squirrels he was nailing. He does seem to have given up on ever catching one particular gopher that he wore a spot into the grass waiting for. Hunted that thing every day for over 2 weeks, just sitting under a maple waiting. Cat 0, gopher 1.
Also found some sort of burrow out in the orchard. Looks a bit abandoned, though work keeping an eye on just in case.
Project update: gardens are going, going, going. Kelly's got around 200 strawberrys planted, and many of the starts are getting ready to be transplanted. She also got a bunch of seeds planted for beans, peas, and greens. Sprouts are coming up. And we still have a massive box of seeds to go.
The chicken coop got an expansion last weekend since with all the planting the girls are no longer allowed to range (and poop) all over the place. Should be a lot less chicken shit on shoes and clothes this summer, plus the birds get a nice big pen to roam in. They seem pretty happy about it.
While I was building said coop I realized that the seepy, mushy area down in the pines is a vernal spring. So I started digging and found 5 outlets, though at this point with all the dry weather 3 of them have stopped flowing. The other 2 are still going though so we've now got a nice little creek down there. Hoping that as I put in more drainage like that there will be less habitat for mosquitoes near the house. It's worth a shot.
Kelly also found a couple local sources of free composted horse manure. That's like finding gold! So the truck's loaded up from her first run last night to pick some up.
Oh yes, I have some Raelin quotes to share:
One morning she was sitting on the floor in the living room wistfully digging into her nostril with an index finger. She stopped and looked at me and simply said "I spend a lot of time picking my nose."
One early sign of spring is that all the ladybugs that congregate inside for the winter wake up and start making their way outside. Out of the blue one day Raelin told me "did you know that ladybugs have little feathers that come out of the bums when they fly?" I did, in fact, not know that's how beetles fly ;)
She likes to make up songs, at one point I heard the following lyric drifting out of the living room "...it's so funny when you go poo..."
We both, though Kelly especially, uses "Jesus" as an expression of exhasperation and disbelief. Not toward the kids, though they've heard it plenty. So it was with great amusement that as I was walking in front of Raelin to show her something in the shed-to-office project she flatly stated "well Jesus! Why'd you do it *that* way?!"
I like maraschino cherries. I like them in cocktails, I like them in coke. Kelly abhors them and think they are one of the most foul things around. It's a perfect little parental battleground. So anyway, Raelin's always trying to get a handle on why Kelly doesn't like them, so Kelly ticks off the list: too much sugar, food coloring, corn syrup, food coloring, and food coloring. Raelin now calls them "food coloring cherries" and likes them as much as I. Liam on the other hand, acted like I was trying to slip him something. Raelin was clamoring for a food coloring cherry, so Liam started clamoring for one, too. Raelin happily popped hers in her mouth and ate it. Liam more hesitantly put his in, though it wasn't long before it landed on the floor with a splat and his general mark of disapproval "don't like it".
Of course, the meal we all eat in the morning is still "brefkast", and the car we drive is a "Subaru Backout" after the enzyme-based stain remover.
Anyhow, that's about it for now, it's a stunning day out and I need to get back to work so I can cut out a bit early and enjoy it!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
"What if..." and other random thoughts
With the turn of the weather it's become comfortable to just go outside and sit. The last few mornings have found me catching some alone time out in the woods. Yesterday what started as a short stroll down to the boundary of our new acreage turned into 90 wander around full of wonder and discovery.
This morning I pulled my first cappuccino and headed back to a little waterfall I'd checked out yesterday; a perfect little sheet of water coming off a rock. I could tell that the level's already dropped from where it was a couple weeks ago when I brought the kids down to splash around...
Anyhow, I ended up finding a patch of dry grass on the edge of this little singing brook; there was a soft depression that my hip fit into just perfectly. So I laid there in the warming spring sun, not a bug in sight, and watched the water come over this little rock, sending splashes up onto the surrounding dry stalks from last years meadow. In the corner of shadow there was ice clinging to clumps of this grass where through the cold night stray drops built up. While I was there the sun was high enough to be shining on the ice, and it sparkled and shimmered against the dark mossy wet rocks.
You see, in the 15+ years I've been wandering into wilderness, it's always struck me "what if I lived in a place like this?" "what if I got to be here every day; this was what I woke and slept to?" I now live in such a place. And the answers to that question of "what if..." have been stunning in their beauty; cliche as it may be, it is like a flower slowly blooming; its secrets opening to the world.
I could go on and on, about the color of the stones in the creek, or the striking green of a moss-covered rock against the grays and muted browns of early deciduous spring. Of the leaf carpet just after the snow has melted, and the weight and water and pressed the jumble of leaves and branches into a smooth undulating fabric over the earth. Then there are the trees, the old maples and oaks that the old timers left to mark the edges of their fields, the stone walls, the ledges scraped bare by glaciers that left small boulders in the middle of the forest. Nestled into this is our little corner of home, our orchard, pond, buildings, and now garden. Each place coming alive in the spring.
I never knew spring could be so sweet. When we lived down in town I remember feeling like April and May would never end, out here though, I'm content to let them slowly roll on, watching the buds on trees thicken, hearing the songs of the first frogs to wake up. Seeing the pond just after the ice has melted in its crystal clarity before the algae and all the animals go nuts. And there's no bugs. Did I mention there's no bugs? No bugs. So blissful to just be able to be still.
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So I've got the serious itch to start spinning music. Spinning's sort of a silly descriptor for it since I'll be spinning a hard drive rather than records or even cds. Yup, it's all digital now, baby, and for less than the cost of a single decent cd deck, let alone turn table I can be totally outfitted with a console, new headphones, and a new external hard drive.
See, the thing I realized today is: electronic music is to my generation what folk was to the 60's. Burning Man is the current day Woodstock. Electronic music is everywhere, it moves across borders and languages; getting set up to produce it can be done for less that a nice accoustic instrument (let alone all the recording gear or studio time) would cost. In other words, it's a democratic music, and for the most part it is community-driven rather than corporate-commodified. I can go to BeatPort or Fiberline Audio and find brand new tracks from some folks that are just getting out there, and I can pick them up for less than a couple bucks each. That's pretty friggin' cool.
And then there's the whole DJ-as-bard (or folk musician). As a budding DJ, I've spent the last many years, almost a decade, collecting tracks, finding out what I like and then attempting to follow the thread through a maze of underground connections to find more music like it. There's been a lot of dead ends, there's a lot of noise. The flip side of the medium being so democratic is that there's a low signal to noise ratio; there's a lot of mediocre crap out there to wade through to find those really stunning nuggets. Though when those pearls are found, and then strung together...wow. It moves me, and moves my body. So like any other era's traveling storyteller, DJ's cast their nets, and while many do actually travel in the physical world, I think a lot more of us do our traveling in the digital one, surfing the net and iTunes for the next pearl to share....
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I've actually started journaling for the first time in over a decade. For a long time, I thought of my blog(s) as my journal. Though there's something magical about writing on a page. Last night while Kelly was out and the kids slept I wrote by candle light; the house silent. It was one of those moments where I connected to a long line of ancestry; perhaps the only other comparison that comes to mind is of picking berries by hand. It's just something that has been done countless times by an infinite number of hands. Sitting by candle light in silence; an archetypal human experience that hooked me into something greater than my life, in a moment something longer than memory...
This morning I pulled my first cappuccino and headed back to a little waterfall I'd checked out yesterday; a perfect little sheet of water coming off a rock. I could tell that the level's already dropped from where it was a couple weeks ago when I brought the kids down to splash around...
Anyhow, I ended up finding a patch of dry grass on the edge of this little singing brook; there was a soft depression that my hip fit into just perfectly. So I laid there in the warming spring sun, not a bug in sight, and watched the water come over this little rock, sending splashes up onto the surrounding dry stalks from last years meadow. In the corner of shadow there was ice clinging to clumps of this grass where through the cold night stray drops built up. While I was there the sun was high enough to be shining on the ice, and it sparkled and shimmered against the dark mossy wet rocks.
You see, in the 15+ years I've been wandering into wilderness, it's always struck me "what if I lived in a place like this?" "what if I got to be here every day; this was what I woke and slept to?" I now live in such a place. And the answers to that question of "what if..." have been stunning in their beauty; cliche as it may be, it is like a flower slowly blooming; its secrets opening to the world.
I could go on and on, about the color of the stones in the creek, or the striking green of a moss-covered rock against the grays and muted browns of early deciduous spring. Of the leaf carpet just after the snow has melted, and the weight and water and pressed the jumble of leaves and branches into a smooth undulating fabric over the earth. Then there are the trees, the old maples and oaks that the old timers left to mark the edges of their fields, the stone walls, the ledges scraped bare by glaciers that left small boulders in the middle of the forest. Nestled into this is our little corner of home, our orchard, pond, buildings, and now garden. Each place coming alive in the spring.
I never knew spring could be so sweet. When we lived down in town I remember feeling like April and May would never end, out here though, I'm content to let them slowly roll on, watching the buds on trees thicken, hearing the songs of the first frogs to wake up. Seeing the pond just after the ice has melted in its crystal clarity before the algae and all the animals go nuts. And there's no bugs. Did I mention there's no bugs? No bugs. So blissful to just be able to be still.
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So I've got the serious itch to start spinning music. Spinning's sort of a silly descriptor for it since I'll be spinning a hard drive rather than records or even cds. Yup, it's all digital now, baby, and for less than the cost of a single decent cd deck, let alone turn table I can be totally outfitted with a console, new headphones, and a new external hard drive.
See, the thing I realized today is: electronic music is to my generation what folk was to the 60's. Burning Man is the current day Woodstock. Electronic music is everywhere, it moves across borders and languages; getting set up to produce it can be done for less that a nice accoustic instrument (let alone all the recording gear or studio time) would cost. In other words, it's a democratic music, and for the most part it is community-driven rather than corporate-commodified. I can go to BeatPort or Fiberline Audio and find brand new tracks from some folks that are just getting out there, and I can pick them up for less than a couple bucks each. That's pretty friggin' cool.
And then there's the whole DJ-as-bard (or folk musician). As a budding DJ, I've spent the last many years, almost a decade, collecting tracks, finding out what I like and then attempting to follow the thread through a maze of underground connections to find more music like it. There's been a lot of dead ends, there's a lot of noise. The flip side of the medium being so democratic is that there's a low signal to noise ratio; there's a lot of mediocre crap out there to wade through to find those really stunning nuggets. Though when those pearls are found, and then strung together...wow. It moves me, and moves my body. So like any other era's traveling storyteller, DJ's cast their nets, and while many do actually travel in the physical world, I think a lot more of us do our traveling in the digital one, surfing the net and iTunes for the next pearl to share....
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I've actually started journaling for the first time in over a decade. For a long time, I thought of my blog(s) as my journal. Though there's something magical about writing on a page. Last night while Kelly was out and the kids slept I wrote by candle light; the house silent. It was one of those moments where I connected to a long line of ancestry; perhaps the only other comparison that comes to mind is of picking berries by hand. It's just something that has been done countless times by an infinite number of hands. Sitting by candle light in silence; an archetypal human experience that hooked me into something greater than my life, in a moment something longer than memory...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
my achin' back!
if i wanted spring to hasten it's arrival a few weeks ago and perhaps go south until it landed... i'm now thanking my stars at the slow, inching progress that is a Maine spring.
why the change of heart? one look at my garden list, and you would understand.
I have an infastructure list that includes:
-enlarging the chicken's fenced in yard... and keeping them there. Little to they know that their free-range days are nearly over. My babied seedlings and new sprouts will not become poultry fodder...
-scavenge barriers for upper garden beds (picture to follow... you'll get what i mean)
- build third and final greenhouse box (picture also to follow...)
I have a planting list that includes (in the next week):
- transplant next 100 strawberry plants (between yesterday and today, i got in 100... i have 100 more to go. 150 if i can't pawn 50 off on some other gardening friends. i overshot the strawberries a bit... in fact, i overshot the whole garden. that's my theme for the year. )
- seed first round of peas on wednesday
-seed first round of lettuce, spinach, radish, beets... other assorted greens... maybe broccoli
-plant remaining seed packets of flowers that need to be started indoors
-all above planting follows bed preparation: turning, rock-hocking, composting...
Misc. important tasks:
-FIND COW MANURE! in bulk
- begin to install deer netting
So, as you can see, i have plenty to be doing in 45-50 degree weather with leaves yet to emerge and night still leaving a frosty sparkle by morning.
But i love it! I love that my body is achy and every time i scan the property i see another chunk to work on. yes, it's a bit overwhelming and maddening when i'm trying to do something that is not paticularly kid friendly (i'm no longer planting small seeds with children present. not happening)... but WOW! i have always wanted to garden and grow on this scale and now it's happening.
It's a bit like parenting your first child really... all my other gardening experiences are like mere babysitting in comparison. Like the new parent i was, i'm reading voraciously and buying new products (yesterday... MooDoo (bagged composted cow manure) and fabric row covers)... constantly wondering if what i'm doing is the right thing and Googling suspicious or confusing behavior (yellow tomato seedlings? wilting broccoli seedlings?) I have no idea what i'm doing right and what i am completely flailing at. The proof will be in the harvest... or not... i suppose.
So anyway... we're gardening... it's fun :)
Here are those photos, as promised.
Here's the outside "greenhouse box" set up:
inside look:
Side garden views... these beds will be filled mostly with herbs, flowers, and greens for daily cutting: lettuce, spinach, chard, etc... As you can see, they aren't done, but are on my list. A few beds are set in with trunks of trees Kevin has taken down; one is ringed with random cinder block scraps that were in a heap from behind the shed. Today Liam and I picked rocks off the rock wall for another.
Here's that bed:
We also got up a flag pole (another felled tree) to fly our "Pesticide Free-Zone" flag. Saw it at a Farmer's Market the last time we were visiting Santa Barbara... loved it. So cool to finally see it flying! Was hard to get a picture with the wind just right, but it's a lady bug:
Moving to the lower garden.. here's a long view, chicken shack in foreground:
If it looks big, that's because it is. I guesstimate it to be about 1/3 of an acre. There's still a swath to the back and side that havent' been rototilled because it's too wet. The rest is good and ready to go, though.
Here's a closer shot... strawberries are on the far side. Not that you can tell. It's pretty unexciting to look at an open field like this, i understand.
Eventually, this field will be filled with the peas and beans, onionsgarlicshallotsleeks, a huge winter squash, pumpkin and melon patch, tomatoes, cukes, carrots and other roots.
So, thats' the tour, as of now. Going to try and stretch a bit before bed and be asleep by 10pm.
'till next time...
why the change of heart? one look at my garden list, and you would understand.
I have an infastructure list that includes:
-enlarging the chicken's fenced in yard... and keeping them there. Little to they know that their free-range days are nearly over. My babied seedlings and new sprouts will not become poultry fodder...
-scavenge barriers for upper garden beds (picture to follow... you'll get what i mean)
- build third and final greenhouse box (picture also to follow...)
I have a planting list that includes (in the next week):
- transplant next 100 strawberry plants (between yesterday and today, i got in 100... i have 100 more to go. 150 if i can't pawn 50 off on some other gardening friends. i overshot the strawberries a bit... in fact, i overshot the whole garden. that's my theme for the year. )
- seed first round of peas on wednesday
-seed first round of lettuce, spinach, radish, beets... other assorted greens... maybe broccoli
-plant remaining seed packets of flowers that need to be started indoors
-all above planting follows bed preparation: turning, rock-hocking, composting...
Misc. important tasks:
-FIND COW MANURE! in bulk
- begin to install deer netting
So, as you can see, i have plenty to be doing in 45-50 degree weather with leaves yet to emerge and night still leaving a frosty sparkle by morning.
But i love it! I love that my body is achy and every time i scan the property i see another chunk to work on. yes, it's a bit overwhelming and maddening when i'm trying to do something that is not paticularly kid friendly (i'm no longer planting small seeds with children present. not happening)... but WOW! i have always wanted to garden and grow on this scale and now it's happening.
It's a bit like parenting your first child really... all my other gardening experiences are like mere babysitting in comparison. Like the new parent i was, i'm reading voraciously and buying new products (yesterday... MooDoo (bagged composted cow manure) and fabric row covers)... constantly wondering if what i'm doing is the right thing and Googling suspicious or confusing behavior (yellow tomato seedlings? wilting broccoli seedlings?) I have no idea what i'm doing right and what i am completely flailing at. The proof will be in the harvest... or not... i suppose.
So anyway... we're gardening... it's fun :)
Here are those photos, as promised.
Here's the outside "greenhouse box" set up:
inside look:
Side garden views... these beds will be filled mostly with herbs, flowers, and greens for daily cutting: lettuce, spinach, chard, etc... As you can see, they aren't done, but are on my list. A few beds are set in with trunks of trees Kevin has taken down; one is ringed with random cinder block scraps that were in a heap from behind the shed. Today Liam and I picked rocks off the rock wall for another.
Here's that bed:
We also got up a flag pole (another felled tree) to fly our "Pesticide Free-Zone" flag. Saw it at a Farmer's Market the last time we were visiting Santa Barbara... loved it. So cool to finally see it flying! Was hard to get a picture with the wind just right, but it's a lady bug:
Moving to the lower garden.. here's a long view, chicken shack in foreground:
If it looks big, that's because it is. I guesstimate it to be about 1/3 of an acre. There's still a swath to the back and side that havent' been rototilled because it's too wet. The rest is good and ready to go, though.Here's a closer shot... strawberries are on the far side. Not that you can tell. It's pretty unexciting to look at an open field like this, i understand.
Eventually, this field will be filled with the peas and beans, onionsgarlicshallotsleeks, a huge winter squash, pumpkin and melon patch, tomatoes, cukes, carrots and other roots.So, thats' the tour, as of now. Going to try and stretch a bit before bed and be asleep by 10pm.
'till next time...
Saturday, April 5, 2008
The (Blog) Drought (May Be) Ending
Hey all you 1 or 0 (binary audience, cool ;) faitheful readers. In an attempt to blog after drinking a very stiff vodka cocktail, I mean, keep you up to date in our world, I'm posting again less than 2 weeks (barely, maybe over) than Kelly did. My GOD what has happened. Perhaps it's the fact that spring is here and the coming green (and blackfly) explosion has me inspired. Who knows.
Anyhow, so yes, spring is here in all its slow-to-bloom glory. Seriously though, I'm loving just looking out the window at all the shades of browns, grays, and reds. It's all very stunning. Doesn't hurt that our daytime highs are into the whopping 40's. It has struck me the last couple of years (this is my fifth Maine winter) how the first days of fall when it gets to the 40's it feels so cold, though by the end of winter 40 is just balmy ;)
Anyhow, yeah, it's balmy out there ;) The last few days have found our little family spending lots of time outside. Not like we totally hunkered down through the winter, though it's nice to be outside and walk on the *earth* rather than snow. And have said earth not be frozen solid. When it thaws the whole smell of it changes from the crisp clean air of winter to the, well, earthy smell of spring.
Indeed, I stood outside today and listened to birdsong. Just stood and listened. It's been months since I've heard birds besides chickidees and ravens. And even then, the song of the winter is the wind in the bare branches or just plain silence echoing through the valley.
So yes, now the view is one of deep reds of ripe deciduous leaf buds and quickened blackberry canes, of dried grasses, fallen leaves, and soil. Soon it will be green beyond comprehension.
And with all this spring-ness comes water, water, water. Every vernal spring, seep, and stream is running full-bore. The other day Raelin and I were down by one of said seeps that Kelly and I have talked about turning into more of a stream bed. As Raelin and I stood there, me with shovel meagerly attemping to create a channel for all the water, I called to Liam, who had toddled out of site. He answered and so I figured what the hell, he's in hearing range. Not a moment later he appeared up by the house with ATW (that's "All Terrain Wagon" for you) in tow. And as if in slow motion, I watch as his little toddler body begins running down our front grass towing the wagon. I think to myself "oh shit, he's either going to trip on the grass and run himself over or get into the woods and trip and run himself over." So I start running toward him and the former happens. It's like slow motion. I can still see the image of his blond hair flying as not only he trips, though is pushed down by the empty wagon and then those big balloon tires run him over. When I got to him he was more or less self-extracted, though his head and shoulders were still a bit stuck. Since he wasn't hurt, just scared, it was all quite funny. What wasn't so funny was a couple hours later when I caught Raelin starting to make the same run, though this time with Liam *in* the wagon. It's nice to know that my kids know to stop when I yell that loud to stop ;)
Anyhow, we had another nice walk today. Kelly was off to work, so she dropped the kids off at my shed-to-office conversion project (more on this in a second) in the wagon. They were both calling out for a trip to the creek, so off we went. Took a brief stop by our pond, picked up some trash from our mid-winter roof replacment that had been buried by snow, then down to the creek. We left the wagon on our side of the little bridge (rotting, hence I won't take the wagon across), then up to see the neighbors' goats, then back down along the creek to see a series of waterfalls. At one point the kids took turns throwing rocks while I laid on a patch of thick dry grass. Ahhh, so blissful. As it was getting late I suggested heading home, and we decided at my suggestion to head home through the woods. Not a good suggestion as before too long the open woods turned into a combo of very snowy woods and lots of blackberry cane. By the time we got back to the wagon there was not a warm or dry foot among our little band. Raelin and I had decided earlier that the situation did in fact suck and had ceased to be much fun. Oh well, so it goes.
We also lost a bird, my and Raelin's favorite, to a red fox. There wasn't much left of her, I only found 2 feathers, which clued my in to the fact that we were dealing with a pro. See, other chicken kills I've seen by dogs, racoons, and the attempt by a hawk, have all been accompanied by lots of feathers and evidence of struggle. With this bird it was almost like she just disappeared.
So it wasn't that surprising the next morning when I looked out my office window to see a big red fox slinking around the chicken coop about to have another meal. The fox was stunning; don't think I've ever seen one that close and clear. If it wasn't going for my chickens I would have been a lot more in awe. As it was it was more an mix of anger and irritation. I mean, between the coop and the feed and whatnot we've spent a lot of cash on those birds, and if they're busy feeding the local wildlife (which should be hunting, granted), they're not feeding us with their eggs.
Anyhow, so off I ran out with a gutteral and primitive yell at the poor guy as he loped, make that busted ass, back down into the woods. Haven't seen a sign of it since, and once again the birds are out free ranging. They all seem pretty excited that the ground is thawed and they can actually scratch now.
Another thing that comes with the thaw is frost heaves. This year the roads have been particulary, shall we say nicely, beat to shit by it all. Big dips, cracks, and bumps. Big enough that coming home with the kids in the back "seats" of the truck (in their car seats, of course) I hit was must have been a 10" - 12" heave. The truck got air. I almost shit my pants. The kids hollered to turn around and do it again. Liam happily squealed about the truck going "ka-boing." That's what he does on the bed: "ka-boing."
So the office thing. Yeah, it's slowly coming along. Got a lot of the wiring done today. Almost, really, for reals, truly done with carpentry. Then insulation and sheet rock. Of course, noone's so interested in helping hang 12' sheets of drywall, so I'll likely just cut 'em in half (the sheets, not the people) and hang them myself. Kind of a drag to have so many more seams to tape, though I think less of a drag than having to beg and bribe my buddies to give a hand, and certainly better than paying the dry wallers $1,500 to come do it ;)
OK, off to bed for me, it'll be another early morning with the kids and my turn to get up with them tomorrow. Waffle day; Liam should be pretty excited. Wow, I just typed the last couple sentences with my head back and my eyes closed. Very few typing errors. Not sure if that's a good thing or not ;)
Anyhow, so yes, spring is here in all its slow-to-bloom glory. Seriously though, I'm loving just looking out the window at all the shades of browns, grays, and reds. It's all very stunning. Doesn't hurt that our daytime highs are into the whopping 40's. It has struck me the last couple of years (this is my fifth Maine winter) how the first days of fall when it gets to the 40's it feels so cold, though by the end of winter 40 is just balmy ;)
Anyhow, yeah, it's balmy out there ;) The last few days have found our little family spending lots of time outside. Not like we totally hunkered down through the winter, though it's nice to be outside and walk on the *earth* rather than snow. And have said earth not be frozen solid. When it thaws the whole smell of it changes from the crisp clean air of winter to the, well, earthy smell of spring.
Indeed, I stood outside today and listened to birdsong. Just stood and listened. It's been months since I've heard birds besides chickidees and ravens. And even then, the song of the winter is the wind in the bare branches or just plain silence echoing through the valley.
So yes, now the view is one of deep reds of ripe deciduous leaf buds and quickened blackberry canes, of dried grasses, fallen leaves, and soil. Soon it will be green beyond comprehension.
And with all this spring-ness comes water, water, water. Every vernal spring, seep, and stream is running full-bore. The other day Raelin and I were down by one of said seeps that Kelly and I have talked about turning into more of a stream bed. As Raelin and I stood there, me with shovel meagerly attemping to create a channel for all the water, I called to Liam, who had toddled out of site. He answered and so I figured what the hell, he's in hearing range. Not a moment later he appeared up by the house with ATW (that's "All Terrain Wagon" for you) in tow. And as if in slow motion, I watch as his little toddler body begins running down our front grass towing the wagon. I think to myself "oh shit, he's either going to trip on the grass and run himself over or get into the woods and trip and run himself over." So I start running toward him and the former happens. It's like slow motion. I can still see the image of his blond hair flying as not only he trips, though is pushed down by the empty wagon and then those big balloon tires run him over. When I got to him he was more or less self-extracted, though his head and shoulders were still a bit stuck. Since he wasn't hurt, just scared, it was all quite funny. What wasn't so funny was a couple hours later when I caught Raelin starting to make the same run, though this time with Liam *in* the wagon. It's nice to know that my kids know to stop when I yell that loud to stop ;)
Anyhow, we had another nice walk today. Kelly was off to work, so she dropped the kids off at my shed-to-office conversion project (more on this in a second) in the wagon. They were both calling out for a trip to the creek, so off we went. Took a brief stop by our pond, picked up some trash from our mid-winter roof replacment that had been buried by snow, then down to the creek. We left the wagon on our side of the little bridge (rotting, hence I won't take the wagon across), then up to see the neighbors' goats, then back down along the creek to see a series of waterfalls. At one point the kids took turns throwing rocks while I laid on a patch of thick dry grass. Ahhh, so blissful. As it was getting late I suggested heading home, and we decided at my suggestion to head home through the woods. Not a good suggestion as before too long the open woods turned into a combo of very snowy woods and lots of blackberry cane. By the time we got back to the wagon there was not a warm or dry foot among our little band. Raelin and I had decided earlier that the situation did in fact suck and had ceased to be much fun. Oh well, so it goes.
We also lost a bird, my and Raelin's favorite, to a red fox. There wasn't much left of her, I only found 2 feathers, which clued my in to the fact that we were dealing with a pro. See, other chicken kills I've seen by dogs, racoons, and the attempt by a hawk, have all been accompanied by lots of feathers and evidence of struggle. With this bird it was almost like she just disappeared.
So it wasn't that surprising the next morning when I looked out my office window to see a big red fox slinking around the chicken coop about to have another meal. The fox was stunning; don't think I've ever seen one that close and clear. If it wasn't going for my chickens I would have been a lot more in awe. As it was it was more an mix of anger and irritation. I mean, between the coop and the feed and whatnot we've spent a lot of cash on those birds, and if they're busy feeding the local wildlife (which should be hunting, granted), they're not feeding us with their eggs.
Anyhow, so off I ran out with a gutteral and primitive yell at the poor guy as he loped, make that busted ass, back down into the woods. Haven't seen a sign of it since, and once again the birds are out free ranging. They all seem pretty excited that the ground is thawed and they can actually scratch now.
Another thing that comes with the thaw is frost heaves. This year the roads have been particulary, shall we say nicely, beat to shit by it all. Big dips, cracks, and bumps. Big enough that coming home with the kids in the back "seats" of the truck (in their car seats, of course) I hit was must have been a 10" - 12" heave. The truck got air. I almost shit my pants. The kids hollered to turn around and do it again. Liam happily squealed about the truck going "ka-boing." That's what he does on the bed: "ka-boing."
So the office thing. Yeah, it's slowly coming along. Got a lot of the wiring done today. Almost, really, for reals, truly done with carpentry. Then insulation and sheet rock. Of course, noone's so interested in helping hang 12' sheets of drywall, so I'll likely just cut 'em in half (the sheets, not the people) and hang them myself. Kind of a drag to have so many more seams to tape, though I think less of a drag than having to beg and bribe my buddies to give a hand, and certainly better than paying the dry wallers $1,500 to come do it ;)
OK, off to bed for me, it'll be another early morning with the kids and my turn to get up with them tomorrow. Waffle day; Liam should be pretty excited. Wow, I just typed the last couple sentences with my head back and my eyes closed. Very few typing errors. Not sure if that's a good thing or not ;)
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