August/September
Good Morning -
Where has the year gone?
The main theme of the year has been our next door neighbors, Gay and Ray. They have had a manufactured home situated on the upper and lower pastures. They just recently moved in. Their contractor told them they would be in in March. So they sold their home in Yakima and moved. They were living in their camper. Now, that’s a story. Maybe one or two volumes worth. Maybe three.
This has been the year of the gopher. Year before last they came up in the strawberry bed, looked around and departed. Last year I dedicated a bed to artichokes. The gophers disagreed. They like artichokes and cleaned me out. This year they started with the romaine lettuce, knocking off six heads in one bed. Then they shifted to another bed and cleaned out the peas. Then another bed where they cleaned out the zucchini and squash. Then they went to another bed where they sampled the green beans and passed on them. To another bed where they cleaned out two rows of carrots, some radishes, then shifted to broccoli and then to two peppers. They left the bed with two pepper plants standing. What did they not eat? The potatoes did fine. The tomatoes are doing okay. One bed was dedicated to A.J. and her flowers and cocktail tomatoes. She also planted a lima bean plant. These all did fine. But this bed also had the zucchini and the squash mentioned above. So, I have been discovered. It is time to redesign the beds.
A.J. grew the lima bean plant in school. We gave her one raised bed. She planted tons of sun flowers, tomatoes, snap dragons. It was a jungle. She also planted the lima bean plant. Did I mention? It now has one pod about seven inches long.
For Father’s Day Daughter Jennifer got a bargain on some trees. She didn’t count them. There were 75 Ponderosa Pine. Now, this is a formidable problem for that time of year. Too hot. I gave 35 away to the neighbors, planted 20 on this side of the creek and 20 on the other side. I have been watering by hand. I have discovered this is a very healthy practice. The other side of the creek is a hillside. It takes an hour and a half to water the 20 there. I have two watering cans, two gallons each. I fill a small ten gallon barrel and the two cans. I make four trips up the hill and one trip along the creek where I water trees I planted last year. In July I would return sweat soaked. So far I have lost two trees on each side of the creek.
By the middle of August, the days are getting shorter and the trees are less desperate for water. I am hoping I lose no more.
After our neighbor’s construction the theme of the year has been our renovation. Not necessarily in this order we moved the laundry room to the sun room, put a new roof on the sun room, leveled the floor in the kitchen, put down new linoleum, put a new entrance into the kitchen and expanded the deck by 100 square feet.
We bought a wood stove and it is scheduled to be installed next week. In clearing land for the neighbor’s home, there were some trees given to me. With the help of Ray I was able to buck them and have been cutting up the rounds for wood. Out in the scar are a few rows of cut wood.
This was also the year of the lizard. They arrived early, multiplied rapidly, and are everywhere, scuttling across the grass, driveway, raiding garden beds, trying to get into the house, Annie’s cage, porch and on and on, little, big, some skinks, some alligator, some curious, some fearful. I think they have reduced the fly population.
We also have fewer bees. Almost no homey bees. Few bumble bees. The mid sized ones seem to be holding their own. Few wild black bees and few yellow jackets. I think there are fewer of the last two because of the ground that has been churned up. I expect they will be back in full force next year.
Sun flowers were planted in a few of the raised beds. Most are full grown now. Solitary heads, multiple heads, colored heads. The chickadees come in, light near the head or on the head, pry loose a seed, then scamper off to a nearby tree to eat their prize. Then back again. Two jays are also showing up. We have two feeders with sunflower seed. This time of year, the birds prefer fresh.
It has been a slow year for tomatoes. The Brandywines are just now coming on.
It has been hot. And dry. I remember working in hay fields and watching any stray clouds and praying for rain. It is the same. I yearn for rain, the sound, the humidity, to join in the sigh of all living creatures.
Have a good week,
Sharon & Marc
Friday, September 12, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Landed in Oregon XXVII
Good Morning -
February 18, 2008
A dog named Buddy
Came to live with me.
He moved to the country
Where he could run free.
He likes it here
It’s plain to see.
Lucky dog. Lucky me.
by Sharon Rivers
February 19, 2008
Sharon sang her song to Amelia. Amelia sang the song, ending “Lucky dog, Lucky flea.”
February 20, 2008
Sharon’s birthday. Emeralds.
February 21, 2008
Raining. Started digging post holes for Buddy’s pen.
Last week of February.
Flu, stomach flu, intestinal flu. Diarrhea and vomiting. At the same time.
Getting better.
Sharon, sitting in her chair, looking Buddy in the eye: Buddy, you’ve got to stop drinking out of the toilet or I might have to stop kissing you!
March 3, 2008
Expect daffodils to start blooming mid week.
Have a good week,
Sharon & Marc
February 18, 2008
A dog named Buddy
Came to live with me.
He moved to the country
Where he could run free.
He likes it here
It’s plain to see.
Lucky dog. Lucky me.
by Sharon Rivers
February 19, 2008
Sharon sang her song to Amelia. Amelia sang the song, ending “Lucky dog, Lucky flea.”
February 20, 2008
Sharon’s birthday. Emeralds.
February 21, 2008
Raining. Started digging post holes for Buddy’s pen.
Last week of February.
Flu, stomach flu, intestinal flu. Diarrhea and vomiting. At the same time.
Getting better.
Sharon, sitting in her chair, looking Buddy in the eye: Buddy, you’ve got to stop drinking out of the toilet or I might have to stop kissing you!
March 3, 2008
Expect daffodils to start blooming mid week.
Have a good week,
Sharon & Marc
Monday, February 18, 2008
Landed in Oregon XXVI
Good Morning -
February 12, 2008
Walked up to get the mail. 100 yards. In the trees near the top of the hill live the doves. They like the dirt road. I think for gravel, dusting and sunning. It is hard to believe (like quail) that in some states doves are game birds.
Yesterday Buddy chased the turkeys. They saw him. He didn’t see them. I kept pointing. He would look at my finger. Finally I held his head. After a long while he saw them. They nearly got away. He closed the distance quickly. They squawked and flew. He loved it. Saw nary a one today.
February 13, 2008
We have woodpeckers working the snag in the lower pasture. We also had the arrival of a dozen reconnoitering robins. Buddy chased them both.
February 14, 2008
County official arrived today to look over the lower pasture holes that are soil samples as part of the drain field system. Buddy and I went out to say hi. Like so many people he said Buddy was a good looking critter. But Buddy would not be petted. Earlier, he would cringe. This time the kept out of reach more like a puppy.
When we got him he would heel closely -- like Shadow. Like a teenager he runs -- galloping like a herd of horses -- Gallop. Herd. He runs full out -- like a Jet, or even a Black Jet or Flash. Gotta Run. Watching Sharon and I eat he drool Drool. When put in the garden he tries to dig out -- Digger. He loves to walk in the creek -- Wader. He can’t just stay in one room on the house. He got to check what I’m doing, and Sharon, and Manny and Capper. Nosey. When he checks, he doesn’t just go and do it. He sneaks. Sneaky. He also has got to itch. Gotta Itch. He was clearly abused as a puppy. He fears lots of things. A Scaredy Dog. He is still too much of a puppy to be a vain young male. Soon enough.
He discovered the squirrel that raids the bird feeders. The squirrel evades him. He loves it. He now watches for the squirrel and other critters. On his own today he went out to the squirrel path and peed. First time on his own! (Embarrasses me to say it.) We have been holding his paw -- so to speak. He patrols out there. Very proud. Big chest. Ears cocked. He wants to do the same with the cats in the house. We disappoint him.
February 17, 2008.
Yesterday and today, clear skies. Above sixty. First yellow crocus today! Cut stove wood from some of the downed trees. Plan to plant peas before end of the month. Sharon is walking Buddy several times a day. Good for both of them. She has had what is probably the flu. It is going around. My theory is that some viruses migrate each winter. They go from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean. There was a time when the Isthmus of Panama did not exist and the viruses would just follow the current. Now they must travel overland. They hitch rides with people. People are just bags of water so the viruses travel from person to person. They can’t be too deadly because then they would lose their source of transportation. Our winter influenza viruses are the original Snow Birds. There was this virus named Sam...
Have a good week,
Marc & Sharon
February 12, 2008
Walked up to get the mail. 100 yards. In the trees near the top of the hill live the doves. They like the dirt road. I think for gravel, dusting and sunning. It is hard to believe (like quail) that in some states doves are game birds.
Yesterday Buddy chased the turkeys. They saw him. He didn’t see them. I kept pointing. He would look at my finger. Finally I held his head. After a long while he saw them. They nearly got away. He closed the distance quickly. They squawked and flew. He loved it. Saw nary a one today.
February 13, 2008
We have woodpeckers working the snag in the lower pasture. We also had the arrival of a dozen reconnoitering robins. Buddy chased them both.
February 14, 2008
County official arrived today to look over the lower pasture holes that are soil samples as part of the drain field system. Buddy and I went out to say hi. Like so many people he said Buddy was a good looking critter. But Buddy would not be petted. Earlier, he would cringe. This time the kept out of reach more like a puppy.
When we got him he would heel closely -- like Shadow. Like a teenager he runs -- galloping like a herd of horses -- Gallop. Herd. He runs full out -- like a Jet, or even a Black Jet or Flash. Gotta Run. Watching Sharon and I eat he drool Drool. When put in the garden he tries to dig out -- Digger. He loves to walk in the creek -- Wader. He can’t just stay in one room on the house. He got to check what I’m doing, and Sharon, and Manny and Capper. Nosey. When he checks, he doesn’t just go and do it. He sneaks. Sneaky. He also has got to itch. Gotta Itch. He was clearly abused as a puppy. He fears lots of things. A Scaredy Dog. He is still too much of a puppy to be a vain young male. Soon enough.
He discovered the squirrel that raids the bird feeders. The squirrel evades him. He loves it. He now watches for the squirrel and other critters. On his own today he went out to the squirrel path and peed. First time on his own! (Embarrasses me to say it.) We have been holding his paw -- so to speak. He patrols out there. Very proud. Big chest. Ears cocked. He wants to do the same with the cats in the house. We disappoint him.
February 17, 2008.
Yesterday and today, clear skies. Above sixty. First yellow crocus today! Cut stove wood from some of the downed trees. Plan to plant peas before end of the month. Sharon is walking Buddy several times a day. Good for both of them. She has had what is probably the flu. It is going around. My theory is that some viruses migrate each winter. They go from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean. There was a time when the Isthmus of Panama did not exist and the viruses would just follow the current. Now they must travel overland. They hitch rides with people. People are just bags of water so the viruses travel from person to person. They can’t be too deadly because then they would lose their source of transportation. Our winter influenza viruses are the original Snow Birds. There was this virus named Sam...
Have a good week,
Marc & Sharon
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Landed in Oregon XXV
Good Morning -
December 17 & 18. Training in Ashland. Across the valley 50 miles. This morning the egrets were clustered. Sometimes they spread, tiny, single white dots.
Mornings in the low 40’s. Rain. The creek is starting to rise. With Pass Creek it has to do with saturation of the ground. At the beginning of winter we can have a lot of rain. The creek will barely change. Once the creek starts rising then it also will be very responsive to the rain. It rains: the creek rises. The rain stops: the creek falls.
Lunch at the Dragon Fly in Ashland. A “fusion” of Mexican and eastern foods. Quite good.
While we were away, the boys, either in play or in freaking out, tore the house up a bit. Stuff off shelves. On floor. Some broken.
No evidence yet of house construction stuff to the north.
December 19, 2007
Stocking are all hung on the mantle. Tree has been up since last weekend. Christmas cards are all mailed. Sharon has been a ball of fire.
December 27, 2007
Shazam! Time flew. A.J. and Jennifer and Heather for Christmas. Mike for a second Christmas. Presents galore. A dusting of snow. Three days and a roast, a turkey and a ham. Don’t know what we will eat for New Years. (Leftovers, maybe.)
Received Buddy, a black Lab, from the Eagle Point Raders. Little A.J. leading big Buddy around.
A forked horn went by the day before Christmas.
Slept in this morning. Starting last night, the snow is accumulating. This afternoon the snow level is forecast to rise.
A present from Jennifer is Blake or Bailey or who knows, a year and a half old black lab mix with some other dog. From the pound. He has the big bones of a lab. Presently he is about half the size of a full grown male lab. We gave him several names. Currently we are calling him Buddy. Although he has shown no interest in felines, the cats are not happy. He knows several commands and some we do not know.
January 2, 2008
Cappy and Mr. Manners will come into the house when Buddy is there. They ignore him and he “does not see them.” Buddy had kennel cough when we got him. Much better now. Pleasure to watch him run. The cats now look at Buddy like he is really, really ugly.
Buddy is a pack rat. When inside during the night, he collects stuff and carries it to his bed. He doesn’t chew on it. We thought of calling him Thumper because of his Lab tail. Maybe we need to call him The Collector. A retriever.
Buddy heels very, very well. We are thinking of calling him Shadow.
His coloring is that of the original Labradors. Fishermen would use them to pull their nets in. Actually he has the weight of a mature Lab, but their weight can go well above 100 pounds.
Mrs. A. started the new year by cleaning the bathroom. What does this signify for the new year? It was a quiet day. We put away Christmas stuff.
This was the year U. of O. won the Sun Bowl. Michigan also won their bowl. As did U.S.C. win the Rose Bowl. It was the year, earlier in the season, that U.O. beat both U.S.C. and Michigan. Therein lies a tale.
Mornings have been running at 25. Annie is doing fine. She enjoys her slice of whole wheat bread like I do my morning coffee.
January 6 or so. Snow. Five inches.
January 7, 2008. Rain, but cold enough it did not melt much of the snow.
January 8, 2008
Heard Buddy’s first growl. He was having a nightmare.
You know, sometimes I have nothing to say because there is nothing to say. Then there are times when things to say are there, but I am not. And then there are times when there is too much to say. I am in one of the above times.
January 25, 2008
Brat has gone on to a greener pasture. Nearly exactly a year ago his brother Dini (as in Houdini) died. It was a rainy, snowy day. I buried him in the lower pasture. Although the weather was miserable I had heard that the surviving goat would not do well, and so I dug another hole for Brat. I marked it with a white stake. Today I filled the hole in. John the contractor knew we wanted to keep Brat or find a home for him. He talked with his crew. His carpenter had a grandfather who had 80 acres, fruit trees and blackberry vines, and other goats. The carpenter’s name was Chris. He came today and picked up Brat. In the pickup, with a bucket of grain to eat from, Brat put up no fight at all. Sharon sent a letter to the grandfather, requesting visitation rights. Chris assured Sharon there would be no problem at all.
January 26, 2008
Tree cutting started in earnest this morning.
Jennifer and America visited this afternoon. The roads were clear from the highway to the house. Amelia, touring the lower pasture with Grammy, looked at the stumps and downed trees and said, “The trees are sad.”
January 31, 2008 -- Shazam! The last day of January. Time fleets. Shazam!
The upper pasture was filled with all kinds of markers, little red flags. Next slide. They drilled a well. One day. Fifty gallons a minute. Next slide. We boxed Brat into a smaller pasture. I salvaged metal gates. Cut off the electric feed to the barn. They took out the barn. But the shed was attached. It came out too. Time for Brat to go. He retired to 60 acres of apple trees and black berry bushes. I filled in Brat’s pre-dug burial hole. Next slide. We have a couple of piles of debris and a couple of deep holes for drain field purposes. Next slide. We mark trees. The cutter comes. A logging show. Next slide. A stack of logs. Next slides. Loading dump trucks to haul away piles of debris.
It rained and filled the wheel barrow. Then it froze. Then I needed to use the barrow to haul hay from the barn that was going to be demolished. I dumped the ice on the ground. That was two or so weeks ago. The ice is still there. All kinds of weather. This week we are receiving a new storm each day.
For weather change fans, in January California, Oregon and Washington each received gusts of wind above 100 miles per hour. In northern California, one gust reached 167 miles per hour.
Buddy does not know how to retrieve.
I have never thought about it before, but for Buddy I learned it was a good thing that that family took him to the Pound. Some persons should not have pets.
We are going to have Neighbors to the North. They will own the family sequoias. Should I plant two more, a Gay Sequoia and a Howard Sequoia?
January 12, 2008
A colonoscopy yesterday. They just knock you out and wake you up and send you home. Awaiting testing on polyps. Get a call in a couple of weeks.
While purging, learned again of my addiction to coffee. While signing in at the hospital found myself entranced by the clerk’s coffee cup. Newly learned that I have picked up habit of (more) snacking. While purging found myself initiating thoughts and behaviors directed getting this snack or that snack.
Ham and eggs tonight! Life doesn’t get much better.
Have a good week!
Marc
December 17 & 18. Training in Ashland. Across the valley 50 miles. This morning the egrets were clustered. Sometimes they spread, tiny, single white dots.
Mornings in the low 40’s. Rain. The creek is starting to rise. With Pass Creek it has to do with saturation of the ground. At the beginning of winter we can have a lot of rain. The creek will barely change. Once the creek starts rising then it also will be very responsive to the rain. It rains: the creek rises. The rain stops: the creek falls.
Lunch at the Dragon Fly in Ashland. A “fusion” of Mexican and eastern foods. Quite good.
While we were away, the boys, either in play or in freaking out, tore the house up a bit. Stuff off shelves. On floor. Some broken.
No evidence yet of house construction stuff to the north.
December 19, 2007
Stocking are all hung on the mantle. Tree has been up since last weekend. Christmas cards are all mailed. Sharon has been a ball of fire.
December 27, 2007
Shazam! Time flew. A.J. and Jennifer and Heather for Christmas. Mike for a second Christmas. Presents galore. A dusting of snow. Three days and a roast, a turkey and a ham. Don’t know what we will eat for New Years. (Leftovers, maybe.)
Received Buddy, a black Lab, from the Eagle Point Raders. Little A.J. leading big Buddy around.
A forked horn went by the day before Christmas.
Slept in this morning. Starting last night, the snow is accumulating. This afternoon the snow level is forecast to rise.
A present from Jennifer is Blake or Bailey or who knows, a year and a half old black lab mix with some other dog. From the pound. He has the big bones of a lab. Presently he is about half the size of a full grown male lab. We gave him several names. Currently we are calling him Buddy. Although he has shown no interest in felines, the cats are not happy. He knows several commands and some we do not know.
January 2, 2008
Cappy and Mr. Manners will come into the house when Buddy is there. They ignore him and he “does not see them.” Buddy had kennel cough when we got him. Much better now. Pleasure to watch him run. The cats now look at Buddy like he is really, really ugly.
Buddy is a pack rat. When inside during the night, he collects stuff and carries it to his bed. He doesn’t chew on it. We thought of calling him Thumper because of his Lab tail. Maybe we need to call him The Collector. A retriever.
Buddy heels very, very well. We are thinking of calling him Shadow.
His coloring is that of the original Labradors. Fishermen would use them to pull their nets in. Actually he has the weight of a mature Lab, but their weight can go well above 100 pounds.
Mrs. A. started the new year by cleaning the bathroom. What does this signify for the new year? It was a quiet day. We put away Christmas stuff.
This was the year U. of O. won the Sun Bowl. Michigan also won their bowl. As did U.S.C. win the Rose Bowl. It was the year, earlier in the season, that U.O. beat both U.S.C. and Michigan. Therein lies a tale.
Mornings have been running at 25. Annie is doing fine. She enjoys her slice of whole wheat bread like I do my morning coffee.
January 6 or so. Snow. Five inches.
January 7, 2008. Rain, but cold enough it did not melt much of the snow.
January 8, 2008
Heard Buddy’s first growl. He was having a nightmare.
You know, sometimes I have nothing to say because there is nothing to say. Then there are times when things to say are there, but I am not. And then there are times when there is too much to say. I am in one of the above times.
January 25, 2008
Brat has gone on to a greener pasture. Nearly exactly a year ago his brother Dini (as in Houdini) died. It was a rainy, snowy day. I buried him in the lower pasture. Although the weather was miserable I had heard that the surviving goat would not do well, and so I dug another hole for Brat. I marked it with a white stake. Today I filled the hole in. John the contractor knew we wanted to keep Brat or find a home for him. He talked with his crew. His carpenter had a grandfather who had 80 acres, fruit trees and blackberry vines, and other goats. The carpenter’s name was Chris. He came today and picked up Brat. In the pickup, with a bucket of grain to eat from, Brat put up no fight at all. Sharon sent a letter to the grandfather, requesting visitation rights. Chris assured Sharon there would be no problem at all.
January 26, 2008
Tree cutting started in earnest this morning.
Jennifer and America visited this afternoon. The roads were clear from the highway to the house. Amelia, touring the lower pasture with Grammy, looked at the stumps and downed trees and said, “The trees are sad.”
January 31, 2008 -- Shazam! The last day of January. Time fleets. Shazam!
The upper pasture was filled with all kinds of markers, little red flags. Next slide. They drilled a well. One day. Fifty gallons a minute. Next slide. We boxed Brat into a smaller pasture. I salvaged metal gates. Cut off the electric feed to the barn. They took out the barn. But the shed was attached. It came out too. Time for Brat to go. He retired to 60 acres of apple trees and black berry bushes. I filled in Brat’s pre-dug burial hole. Next slide. We have a couple of piles of debris and a couple of deep holes for drain field purposes. Next slide. We mark trees. The cutter comes. A logging show. Next slide. A stack of logs. Next slides. Loading dump trucks to haul away piles of debris.
It rained and filled the wheel barrow. Then it froze. Then I needed to use the barrow to haul hay from the barn that was going to be demolished. I dumped the ice on the ground. That was two or so weeks ago. The ice is still there. All kinds of weather. This week we are receiving a new storm each day.
For weather change fans, in January California, Oregon and Washington each received gusts of wind above 100 miles per hour. In northern California, one gust reached 167 miles per hour.
Buddy does not know how to retrieve.
I have never thought about it before, but for Buddy I learned it was a good thing that that family took him to the Pound. Some persons should not have pets.
We are going to have Neighbors to the North. They will own the family sequoias. Should I plant two more, a Gay Sequoia and a Howard Sequoia?
January 12, 2008
A colonoscopy yesterday. They just knock you out and wake you up and send you home. Awaiting testing on polyps. Get a call in a couple of weeks.
While purging, learned again of my addiction to coffee. While signing in at the hospital found myself entranced by the clerk’s coffee cup. Newly learned that I have picked up habit of (more) snacking. While purging found myself initiating thoughts and behaviors directed getting this snack or that snack.
Ham and eggs tonight! Life doesn’t get much better.
Have a good week!
Marc
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