Just Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

55 bar rises 30.09  0mph NEE  dew-point 54  sunrise 7:09  set 6:58   Autumn

New Moon (Blood)

More mulch.  Two more loads.  3 cubic yards.  4.5 total.  This is a lotta mulch, 3 trailer fulls.  The good news is the trailer has not exploded a tire since Wednesday.

The pitchfork is a useful tool and I’m glad to have occasion to use one.

My chicken noodle soup always has a slightly different recipe, but the result tastes good.  Today I left out the carrots and peas (we didn’t have any) and added garlic.  This is a hearty soup, great for cool weather.

Swapped out the nutrient in the hydroponics while watching the Vikings under perform.  It’s weird to me that so many different combinations of players and coaches can yield similar results.

Kate had a busy, tough weekend.  But she’s on the flipside now.

Senescence

60  bar rises 30.07  2mph N  dew-point 59  sunrise 7:06  set 7:00  Autumn

Waning Crescent of the Harvest Moon  rise 5:12  set 6:05

Today and tomorrow will be full gardening days.  There are bulbs to plant: daffodils, hyacinths, snow drops, many tulips and garlic.  Sprinkler heads need coaxing.  Mulch sits over at the Anoka County Landfill.  Some of it has to come here in the trailer.

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While documenting the orchard installation, I also took some shots of the vegetable garden in late September.  This photograph has our heirloom Cherokee Purple tomatoes in their senescence.  The asiatic lilies with the tall tan stems of wilted leaves look much the same in terms of their life cycle, but in fact are different.

As annuals, the Cherokee Purples put all their effort into fruit, then the plant dies.  As a result, we have had a bumper crop of tomatoes, all raised from four seeds planted in April of this year under the lights of the hydroponic system.  Continue reading Senescence

Orchard Installation Day 3

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Plants in position.  This is a fruit tree with a guild of plants that will support it.  Guilds are a permaculture concept that I will explain later.

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Paula Westmoreland, a principal in Ecological Gardens, at Day 3 start.

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More trees and guilds with Christa in the background.

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Lindsay Rebhan (kneeling) is another principal in Ecological Gardens.  Sean (back to photo), Reid (red hat) and Sara complete the crew that worked today and most of yesterday.

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Kona and Emma inspect what the strangers have done to their yard.

At this point almost all the plants are in.  Remaining work involves putting down mulch, seeding clover and deciding on work we need to do yet this fall to get ready for the next push in the spring.  I’m watering the whole thing now and wrestling with uncooperative sprinkler heads.  Another learning opportunity.

Permaculture Side Quests

63  bar falls 30.15  0mph NNE dew-point 60   sunrise 7:04  set 7:04

Waning Crescent of the Harvest Moon  rise 2:44   set  5:23

orchard-installationwheel300.jpgWhat a guy night and day.  Last night I relieved Kate after the trailer blew its tire.  The truck and the speeding vehicles on 10 kept me company until the night driver from Pomps (would I make this up?) showed up to tell me I needed not only a new tire, but a new wheel, too.  A Jungian would ask (and I am one, so I will) if this uniformed man with a third eye, a battery powered lamp, came out of the night as a psychopomp, ready to carry me into another realm.

He did.  After he left, I went home for five hours of sleep, then up again to find a tire and wheel.  It was easier, but not straight forward.  The folks who made the trailer went out of business a year ago (natch) and the new folks no longer stocked this tire.  But, “Northern Tool or Discount Tire might have it.”  Northern Tool, “We have every trailer tire, but that one.”  (again, natch)  At Discount Tire I discovered why, “Oh, that’s an automobile tire, not a trailer tire.”  Soooo.  “Yes, we have it.  But Continue reading Permaculture Side Quests

Oh, Man.

Today I have had many opportunities to learn about melding with the movement of the universe.  I missed the first lesson when the dumptruck driver put the load of compost in the middle of the truck gate.  I could have accepted it and began to work around it, but it made me mad.

When the site prep guy broke the irrigation main, I knew I had failed to figure the irrigation stuff out before hand, so I accepted my responsibility and felt calm.

Seemed like I had it down.  Then, Kate called at 10:10 PM tonight.  “I blew a tire on the trailer.”  Oh.  Well, another opportunity to flow with the movement of the universe.  After a call to a specialty tire service–not cheap–, the guy came, an hour + after I initiated contact.  “Hmmm.  The wheels no good.”  This at 11:45 PM.  Swell.

What could I do?  You can’t get a wheel at 11:45 pm.  So, I called the Sheriff’s office.  They’re closed.  I had to call 911.  The Sheriff’s message told me to call them.  I reported the trailer as not going to get fixed until the morning.  Kicked it off the trailer hitch and drove home.

Where I am now.  Hungry.  Gonna have something to eat, then go to bed.

A Clear Week Ahead

65  bar rises 30.02  omph NW  dew-point 64  sunrise 7:03  set 7:07

Last Quarter Harvest Moon  rise 12:10  set  4:24

Pouring rain.  Thunder and lightning.  Good for the crops, but if it lasts into tomorrow, not so good for site prep.  That’s what’s on deck.  Guy with bobcat moving earth, creating berms, leveling.  That sort of thing.

The weather forecasts look ok, still some chance of thunderstorm on Thursday morning.  20%  Good odds.

Finished all the candidate research this morning.  Sierra club political committee tomorrow night.  Might be the last meeting until after the election.  From this point forward it will be retail political work, tactics not strategy.

I have no tours until a week from Friday.  That one is an On Dragon’s Wings tour for an esl group.  They have asked us to use modified language.  Not sure what that means.  Guess we’ll find out.

We’re ready to do this.

Before Site Prep: The Orchard

66  bar steady 30.00  0mph WNW dew-point 65  sunrise 7:02  set 7:07  Autumn

Last Quarter of the Harvest Moon  rise 12:10  set 4:34

orchard-before-2008planfromhouse500.jpg   Orchard schematic from same orientation as photograph below.  The large circles are trees,  the smaller crenallated figures are shrubs and the small circles are perennial plants.

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The kitchen bay window is at my back as I took this photograph on the same orientation as the plan.  This looks west.

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This  is the opposite orientation from the photograph above, looking east from the access road toward the house.

Starve the Beast

 62   bar rises 30.11  2mph N  dew-point 54  sunrise 6:59  set 7:13

Waning Gibbous Harvest Moon rise 9:58  set 1:37

Starving The Beast By Jennifer Moses
Washington Post
Tuesday, November 29, 2005; Page A21

BATON ROUGE, La. —

“A primary goal of many Republicans is to “starve the beast” of federal government, the theory being that states and private enterprise, better equipped to respond to local needs than Washington ever could be, will at the very least take up the slack.”

This concept seems to have come into political parlance around the time of Ronald Reagan. Remember David Stockman?

As I read a New York Times piece on the bailout engineered by former Goldman-Sachs Exec, Henry Paulson, this phrase rose to the surface.  Why?  GW and his crowd have run up the deficit through spending on Iraq and counter-terrorism while cutting taxes for the wealthy and for corporations.  At the same time they pursued a dogged anti-regulatory policy.   After having been in office for 8 years, responsibility for this current mess lands on the Bush doorstep, even if its roots are in the Reagan and George Bush the 1st eras.

Here’s the connection.  The bail-out will raise the Federal deficit somewhere in the neighborhood of 1 trillion dollars.  Old Everett Dirksen comes to mind.  “A billion here, a billion there and pretty soon you’re talking about real money.”  That means that the next President’s capacity to enact new policy will be sharply curtailed by the extraordinary level of government financial involvement.  This is the moral equivalent of starving the beast.

It gets worse.  Who will benefit directly from the bail-out?  The rich white oligarchs who created it in the first place.  This is such a stunning piece of irony it is difficult to credit outside a fictional scenario.

Is the bailout necessary?  It may well be.  The alternative of an economy headed toward a crash would have dire consequences for everyone.  Even so, the beneficiaries and the losers seem peculiarly weighted toward the Republican side of the aisle.

As the Chinese said, “May you live in interesting times.”