Been awhile since my last posting.
Interesting events lately have been my feathered visitors.
This little fellow dropped in when I left the screen door open on the front porch.
I have also had a pair of wrens come in several times enjoying the tranquility.
Its 0800 and I’ve been up since 0630. So far this morning I cut grass until gas was gone (half of front yard), and have watered everything.
I’m glad the predicted 70mph winds didn’t come through last night & that highs are forecast to be around 82 today. A very welcome break in the weather as the heat index had us in the triple digits the last few days.
I once heard a fellow say it seemed as though the places on earth that are the most beautiful experience the most severe weather patterns. This came to mind thinking about summer in the southeast. When the sun breaks through the pines and we have moderate temperatures with a light breeze and you are listening to nature exalt in it’s glory? These are a few things that remind you of what holds you into a simple country kind of life.
There are many modern technologies which can be incorporated into this lifestyle which allow us to place a smaller footprint upon this world than our ancestors ever could. The flip side of that coin is there are many lessons their legacy has bestowed upon us we would certainly be foolish to forget or ignore.
My memories today are on opportunity and chance. Bare with me, it is all connected.
First, today is my only sibling’s birthday and I wish her a great one.
Secondly I read a quote recently from an Iraqi war veteran who was dealing with survivor’s guilt. His internal struggle with suicidal thoughts brought him to gather the strength whereby he decided he owed those in his squad, family, friends that were no longer here to live the life they didn’t get to live. How powerful an idea this is once you allow it to resonate through one’s self. Naturally I am not suggesting to live the lives of others doing things which would not give each a sense of fulfillment. Instead, think of shared aspirations, those others have wished for us as well for themselves.
I say these things as I have found that accomplishments done for me and me alone are fleeting in satisfying the depth of desire to evolve as a pure soul. Goals achieved which allow broader betterment among those of meaning reward with a feeling akin to having a cool spring flow gently over the soul, washing away the fever of frustration.
My dad was a tool and die maker by trade. Despite his involvement with such a highly technical vocation when he came home he wanted to be as close to nature as he could. Chickens, geese, horses, dogs, cats, gardening, books on DIY projects were all part of his later years. Most of the DIY projects dealt with showing techniques on non-electrical methods used by early settlers as they expanded across North America. I certainly would enjoy having such a wealth of knowledge available.
Today I find myself attempting to live a life that is a blend of the ways my Dad employed and technology of today while leaving it flexible for those of tomorrow. Where Dad had a better way of funding his projects, my aim is to simplify and trim so even those on fixed incomes can recognize savings and a better quality of life.
Having risen from bed at 4:30 AM Thursday morning, 2:30 AM found me finally laying down after bucket after bucket of water being moved from my 35 gallon catch can into my 300 gallon holding tank. The tank wasn’t full but the rain had slackened to where it would be another 30 minutes or so before it would fill the collection can. I now have filled it to capacity. Sidebar; after finding the valve leaking and then to be dry rotted, shattering in my hands during initial fill study, I have since added a spare hose, clamping a spigot connected to a 90° elbow allowing flow control. While no real pressure is available placing waterhose at ground level allows for hands-free garden watering. I have notions of pressurizing either the tank or introducing air further in waterline to make the system versatile.
The addition of two inch PVC overflow pipes to my 55 gallon drums showed promise. While the volume of direct input was low it allowed me to see it does allow for introduction of water into one barrel and the rest will fill. This morning’s observations revealed more caulking is required for full storage capacity but as is they are allowing for 135-145 gallons of capacity. I can deal with that short term and will resolve this once the water levels out below the leak point.
A beautiful Friday morning after a fitful night’s sleep. The early morning garden check revealed a visitor.
The little cotton tail seemingly favors the base of the weeds I had hoed down the other day. As long as the garden items aren’t on it’s menu we will continue enjoying each other’s company.
I have been able to find and plant three of the plum trees I had been craving. Growing up we called them “hog-nosed” plums. They are small, typically three centimeters and red or yellow when ripe. They are approximately two feet tall each. Two pear tree cuttings are now set in containers with root toner applied in hopes they will take and grow into gorgeous bountiful trees. These are currently eight inches tall. It will be years before substantial amounts will be produced but who wouldn’t be looking forward to such rewards?
Gardening is proving to be a rewarding experience with its own learning curve. Some plants are ready to be transplanted when the labels suggest (usually 2-3 inches) when started in the suggested container size. Others need to be moved much sooner. Case in point: white Peruvian habeneros. – I had started four seeds in a three gallon pot. I decided to move them once the plants reached three and a half inches high. The root systems on these were amazing! Six inches deep and spreading at least for inches wide! I ended up losing some of the root structure due to entanglement. They have been moved for four days now and are appearing still healthy and robust.
Categories: DIY, Gardening