Landed in Oregon XV

October 9, 2007

Once or twice a year I cut blackberry vines across the creek. I do not like vines with thorns. I do not like rose bushes. It falls in the same category as I do not like rattlesnakes. The plants can send out vines that cross the old road. I want to keep at least a path on that road. There are a couple of stories here. One is watching the road fill in. The other is maintaining a path.

Mr. Manners went with me. He was very vocal: soft: whispered, frequent mew-mew sounds. He stayed behind me except on those occasions when he took shortcuts. It was like he was looking out for me, was telling me about this place, was being a tour guide. There were few blackberry vines to cut.

On the path there are places where trees have fallen and are still alive. One can duck under them or step over them. There are places where snags have fallen. Step over. One of these times I will work with them: move, cut and so on. In a few places there is encroachment by poison oak. I cut and spray. There are more and more volunteer trees in the old roadway. The road was packed too hard; for a few years after the road closed there were no new trees. Enough leaves have now fallen, the road has softened enough, that all kinds of vegetation is making inroads.

The difference between Mr. Manners and his brother. Manny stayed behind me. Mr. Casper runs ahead, then stops and seems to listen. He is deaf. Then he runs on.

October 11, 2007

Ticks are back. A little rain and Sharon picked several ticks from Mr. Manners.

October 13, 2007

Across the creek again. This time to plant iris bulbs per Sharon. In places the ground is still hard. Rose campion blooming. Red, red iridescent beneath the riparian canopy!! Did I mention rose campion in the plant blooming survey?

The grass is greening up. Should be great by Thanksgiving.

October 14, 2007

Annually, generally after the first rains of Fall, I rake the fallen leaves on each side of the road and wheel barrow it to the mulch pile near the English walnut tree. Today I did the road in from the mail box -- from the gate to the culvert, about 200 feet. I did some raking on the road up to Bonnie and Jim’s.

Annie is really digging. It is like she is planning to double her underground domain or escape -- whichever. The dirt is piling up in her cage. It was getting difficult to open the door. There is a pile of fresh dirt outside her pen. We are using it in different places. Yesterday I was filling pots for Sharon. Annie stopped her digging and watched. She watched me shovel. Clearly she has an appreciation for dirt moving techniques and tools.
Starting to see more reds. However, the ginkgo is yellow. The walnut tree has a band of yellow at the bottom. Is green at top. We are picking up about a dozen walnuts each day.