Goldilocks and the Family Garden

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There’s a Goldilocks’ quality to gardening. Not too much, not too little, but just right. The Goldilocks’ formula applies to water, soil additions, number of plants and temperature. The gardener can control soil additions and the number of plants with relative ease, confident in her adviser’s soil tests and their recommendations for additives. Likewise, though the temptation may be too either over plant or under plant, get more vegetables per square foot or give the plants room to grow, a wise gardener develops a feel for how the beets perform in her garden, carrots, tomatoes and spaces accordingly.

The temperature, especially in northern or high altitude climes, might need some control though here at Artemis Hives and Gardens we’ve not added hooped plastic over our beds to extend the growing season, either early or late. Plants can be started inside to counter the prevailing outside temperatures of late winter and early spring. But, for the most part, we’ve accepted the temperature that the sun and the clouds and the zigzagging jet stream have given us.

We can, and do, add water during periods lacking rain, but we cannot adjust the water that comes from rain. This year we’ve had too much. A sticky fungus has attacked the peppers and the raspberries, a not uncommon result of too much water. Each year brings some challenge, this year it’s too much rain and that’s the one element we can do little about. We need not too much water, not too little water, but just the right amount.

Three Score and Ten. And jazz.

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We celebrated Kate’s 70th tonight, 8 days ahead of her August 18th birthday. Down Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 is a town called Hastings with a new bridge over the Mississippi, two graceful arches painted orange and lit at night. Across the bridge and beyond Hastings is the Alexis Bailly vineyard, founded in 1973 by a Twin Cities’ attorney.

Tonight, as it has done for four years now, KBEM joined with Nan Bailly, daughter of Alexis, to sponsor an evening of jazz and locally sourced food. Nan’s vineyards are green, healthy appearing and the building her father built (picture below) houses a small store and a wine bar.

Behind the building is an area with carved boulder seats, contemporary metal sculpture scattered among native prairie and a spot where KBEM put up a large white tent and several long tables.

The chef for the event, Stan Patalonis, put together a Latin menu with beginners that featured Spanish flavors then moved onto Latin America. The food was good, the wine plentiful and the jazz mellow. A suite of clouds gave us a cooler evening, just right in the mid-70’s, and the rain held off until the meal was done.

Kate enjoyed the wine and her birthday celebration. We drove home along the river, then up 280 and 35E and 10 to Round Lake Boulevard. 70 is a landmark birthday and so was this evening.

Flash

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IMAG0486Fast. That’s how life can change. I wired a large fallen branch to the bottom of the fence along our southern property line. The last three points of escape were along the northern fence line so Rigel has begun a systematic (well, sort of) testing of the containment.

While going downhill along the path next to the fence line, the stretch you can see here,  my foot struck a small stump and I fell forward. As gravity reached up to grab me, my body took over, putting my right arm out to cushion the fall. But as I fell, I remembered, in a flash, the sort of things that happen to older folks when they fall. This was not the kind of fall I took as a child or even a younger man. No, it had a brief, but strong undercurrent of dread attached.

That said, the effects of the fall were unremarkable. My right shoulder ached, a bit of soreness in the right lower back, but no broken bones. No head injuries. The wire snips IMAG0491and the coil of wire, now mostly gone since I had just used it on the fourth fence strengthening of this latest episode, flew out of my hands and I had to find them.

When I went through the business with my left shoulder a year or so ago, the orthopedist remarked on how strong my bones were. Guess so.

(I took this photograph to illustrate the size of the grapevine, but it shows the coil nearing its end. This is before the latest patch.)

This is not a cautionary tale. It is, rather, a reminder that change can come at us fast and hard. It is also a reminder that resilience may be one of our most underrated virtues. I’m seeing that word a lot these days in situations psychological and climatological. It’s a good one. It is not how hard you fall, but how you bounce that counts.

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Quiet again. And the night has come. The dogs are all asleep and so is Kate. We have different chronotypes. I go to bed later and get up later; she’s the reverse.

We’re going to another KBEM jazz event, this one at Alexis Bailly Vineyards. Dinner and jazz. This is our outing for Kate’s birthday which comes on August 18th.

 

Saturday’s Way

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We had our business meeting this morning at Keys. Seated in the same booth where Mark Odegard and I ate breakfast yesterday. Odd, like a movie set where the scene remains the same, but the actors and the movie itself change.

We reviewed our finances as we always do. We’re still above water and likely to stay that way unless we get a real desire to cruise the world. (which, I admit, I have, but at a manageable level. For now.) We looked at the calendar, a blessedly uncluttered one which gives us time to pack, garden and patch that leaky chain link fence.

Now that the initial spike of house hunting fever has waned, we’re focused on the mundane. Get the boxes. Fill them. Decide on what work needs doing and getting it done.

There is an odd combination of anticipation and resistance, both of which make sense to me at this point. We anticipate the move as if it’s already happened and resist the work necessary to make it happen. But then, since we’re adults, we pick up the books, take them off the shelves and place them in the Jack Daniels box and the Sky Vodka box and and the Captain Morgan Rum box. We are moving the drinking habits of the Andover area to Colorado.

 

 

 

 

The Whistle Pig Effect

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The whistle-pig incident continues to have reverberations. Her somewhat dormant IMAG0470hunting genes awakened Rigel has become more, well, dogged. Prior to the land-beaver and its remaining in place for almost 24 hours, Rigel had let our poor defenses contain her. Then, she squeezed under the chain link, taking her sister, Vega, with her. I wired it shut.

That afternoon I opened the front door on my way to the mailbox and there were Vega and Rigel, waiting to be let in from the front yard. Again with the wirecutters and my diminishing coil of wire. Again I found the new place and wired it shut. So. Good.

Then, late afternoon yesterday Vega could be seen standing near the driveway looking across at the neighbors. Where her much more adventuresome sister had gone to say hello. Once more along the fenceline. This time they had not slipped under the chain link, but pawed through a rotted branch, placed along this spot now long ago and gotten past its capacity to add security.

So, again with the wire and this time a cement block to plug up the hole, too. This was at 91000P1030765 am today. At noon, after I fed them all lunch, I let everybody out. Gertie and Kepler, our two 75-pounders, came back in, as they always do. But the big girls did not. Uh-oh.

(Rigel on the left, Vega on the right, lounging after a sojourn in the neighborhood)

Once more outside I called for them. Nothing. There is about 600 feet or so of fence that runs along our property on the north side. It provides the most often used escape routes these days. Before I could get past the spot I sealed up this morning, Vega and Rigel came bounding along, tongues hanging out, wide smiles on their faces. On the other, wrong, side of the fence from where I stood.

They are now inside. Again, the coiled wire and the wire cutters will come out. Now you may think, why doesn’t he do something about this? Something preventative? I have. Rigel no longer goes over the fence because I ran an electric fence along the top. And, several years back I took badly warped 2×4’s and wired them to the bottom of the fence where I hadn’t wired in large branches from an earlier round of escapes by the whippets. This is around 2,500 feet of fence, roughly half a mile, and much of it formerly covered in dense underbrush.

(the Colorado fence I have in mind)

About five years ago I cut a path all around the fenceline and the dogs have used it, keeping it clear. At least now I can easily find and repair the breeches. This renewed hunting vigor will, I hope, pass soon.

Then, in Colorado, there will be bears and mountain lions. We’re gonna build a different kind of fence in Colorado.

By September 18th

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We’ve set another SortTossPack date, September 18th. By this point my goal is to have all the books that will go to Halfprice Books ready. The remainder of the books-everything but those I need right now-will also be packed as well as all the art and smaller objects from the study. The garden study, which I plan to complete packing this weekend will be empty of books and files as will the main room in the basement.

At this point we’ll be down to shelving units, desks, file cabinets and cabinets, some of which will go to the consignment shop and some of which will go into storage. On the 18th we’ll probably put a good bit of our stuff into storage unless we decide to save that until later.

After the second SortTossPack day, we plan to have the garage floor epoxied and the basement floor if necessary. Sometime in that same period we’ll have the driveway seal coated, the remainder of the outdoor handyman work done and the lawn work contractor will complete the necessary pruning, leveling and mending.

We want to get most of this done before winter sets in so we don’t add to the confusion with water and mud.

Fortunately, we have the financial resources to do all this and the work inside, mostly painting and some minor repairs. This is all in service of getting the house and grounds in optimal shape for putting the place on the market.

Continuing my circus tent analogy, some stakes are up, some ropes are slack, but the canvas is still in place and the center poles still hold everything taut. Still, even a casual observer would know now that the circus was getting ready to leave town.

Whistle Pig Disappears

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IMAG0452Sometime this morning the land-beaver scuttled down from the tree and made good its escape. I think.

His disappearance created a round of consternation for the dogs. So much so that three different times today they dug under the fence and went hunting outside the fence. I found two of the escape spots and wired them shut, but the third will have to be found tomorrow morning.

It’s about time for us to move because the large coil of baling wire I bought years ago is nearly spent.

A Banner Day

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Today I went from verse 505 to verse 524 in Book I of Ovid, translating as I went, with only two errors and those both nuances I had not yet learned. My confidence grows now with each lesson.

We pay for 8 sessions at a time. Greg and I do a session every two weeks. Or so. The next session on August 23rd will be the 6th in this series. By the final one, the 8th, I’m planning on renegotiating our arrangement, moving toward more working alone, perhaps story by story, developing a polished translation and not contacting Greg until then. Something like that.

(Apollo and Daphne w Peneus.  Tiepolo)

Kate reminded me the other day of my original purpose in starting this journey. I wanted to challenge my own belief that I could not learn a foreign language. Translating the Metamorphoses was a goal I dangled in front of myself, a reward for staying with the work. Over time I began to believe that my purpose was to translate the Metamorphoses, but that was not it at the beginning. A metamorphosis, it just occurred to me.

Breakfast

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Breakfast with friend and Woolly Mark Odegard. While waiting for him at Keys (I was early.), I noticed many pairs sitting in booths, usually two women across from each other, but men, too. 8:30 on a weekday. Friends having breakfast, I imagined. It was good to see human connection, thriving.

Mark’s back from Voyageur’s National Park and a houseboat week on Rainy Lake. He’s also reproducing one of his visual journals, his idiosyncratic artform, for folks he and Elizabeth house sat for last January. Mark’s always got one design project or another underway or about to be underway.

Lunch with Margaret, then breakfast with Mark. A busy social calendar in my world. And the potential for even this many times with friends will diminish after the move. I’ll have to get at something out there.