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  • Being Native To This Place

    Summer                                Waning Summer Moon

    Weeds.  Weeds, by definition, are a plant out of place.  This is, if you think about it, a curious definition.  Why?  Because the hardiness and persistence of most weeds indicate that it may be everything else in the garden that is out of place.   So, we may have to admit that the true definition is anthropocentric one.   Weeds are plants out of place in the horticultural preserves we call  gardens and landscaping.

    An article in the Scientific American got me thinking about this, as did this mornings work removing quack grass and other hardy locals from the clover in our orchard.  The Scientific American article has the provocative subtitle:  The Real Price of Flowers.  The underlying message is this:  plant what grows where you live.  This means you will have much fewer energy inputs than if you maintain out of zone plants.  Most experienced gardeners know this, though some pride themselves on their ability to grow out of zone plants.  Here the trick is to get them to survive our tough winters.

    The Minnesota Zoo, when it began, had a similar zoological mission:  contain animals that live in the climate of the 45th latitude.  They had (and have) a smaller tropical indoor exhibit that includes Komodo dragons, Gibbons, Tapirs and Toucans, for example, plus a coral reef, but in the main they have native Minnesota animals:  moose, wolves, beavers, wall-eye, muskie, pileated woodpeckers.  There are also many that thrive in our climate:  pumas, wolverines, lynx, otters, fishers, musk ox,  Amur tigers, grizzly bears, snow leopards, sea otters.    I say had because it now has a summer African exhibit and I wish it didn’t because I like the original mission.

    Permaculture attempts to take this general notion and apply it to our horticultural and agricultural practices.  That is, permaculture emphasizes plants that work together, that live in the climate, soil type, eco-system native to the location of the garden or farm.  This allows the least outside inputs like fertilizer, pesticides, even tilling and other mechanical techniques.

    We need to know more about the plants we call weeds.  After all, they live here, too.


  • Zoos and Us

    Summer                              Full Summer Moon

    Zoos have their detractors, but to this guy they stir a sense of wonder.  Two star tortoises walked their sandy space at an elegant trot.  Made me wonder what speed seems like to a tortoise.  Were they flyin’?  Hey, dude, slow down.  Not sure, but when the tortoise in front slowed, the other, tail-gating so close that his head was under the rear of the others shell, would bite the leader on the right leg.  This always made the other guy surge ahead.

    Not far from these guys a lone komodo dragon hung behind a tree, his forked tongue flicking in and out, carrying scent inside to his olfactory sensors.  He looked ornery and ready to act on it.  Just beyond him otters slept next to each other, a couple belly up, legs splayed out, the picture of contentment.  Gibbons swung on their impossibly long limbs from branch to branch, occasionally letting out their ear piercing and maniacal cry.  Right next to them was a tree kangaroo.  You’ve never heard of them?  Neither had I, but there he was, up in the tree no less.

    On the Minnesota Trail the wolverines were active.  They dug in a hole with great vigor, one pacing in the stream while the other worked, then shifting places.

    Ruth and Gabe loved  the coral reef tank filled with all manner of fish in colors so exotic no painter could accurately depict them.  They would be called slaves to bright colors if they did.

    After lunch we went on a mono-rail ride.  That’s ok, a novelty, but better for the little ones than for me.

    Our last stop was the Grizzly Coast exhibit, a batch of animals native to the Kamchatka Peninsula.  The grizzly bears captivate every one.  One guy swam in the water, making a play for the salmon at the bottom of the pool, but not a  very serious play.  He had been fed earlier.  Just keeping his reflexes sharp.

    We were there right at four hours which wore Grandpa out.  Now a nap.


  • Ten Toes

    Summer                                 Full Summer Moon

    The Michael Jackson tribute has come and gone.  Some folks I know watched it, others, like me did not.  I’m not sure why but his music never spoke to me, so I tended to see the strangeness, the pointy nose, the coffee and cream skin.

    Ruth has discovered that she has ten toes and her Grandma has ten toes and Gabe has ten toes.  Again, it amazes me how much we had to learn as we matured.  Until it occurs to you, it might be that other folks have, say, 12 toes or 8.  The amount and kind of information we inhale before we’re 5 years old would fill a library.

    This morning we’re going to the zoo.  I love the zoo as much as the grandkids, though I don’t get out there  too often since we moved to the exact opposite extreme of the metro area.


  • 123456789 Tomorrow

    Summer                           Full  Summer Moon

    Woolly Mammoth Tom Crane sent this interesting note:

    I’ve been alerted to an event that will take place later this week, something that happens once and only once over the course of history. Shortly after noon on July 8, comes the moment that can be called 12:34:56 7/8/9.

    Don’t forget.  A once in our calendar moment.

    Now that the mulch pile has been moved I can turn my attention to other garden tasks like weeding the clover, checking for new potatoes and looking at the garlic.  Weeding vegetables and perennial flowers.  Harvesting vegetables.  Thinking about how to fill in that spot in the year, late June, with flowering perennials next year.

    Jon has one more carpentry task.  We want him to wall in a portion of our utility room to create a cool storage area for fruits and vegetables, an inside root cellar.  I don’t think it will be too complicated for him.  He’s very skilled when it comes to handyman type work.  Thank God.

    One of these morning we’re going to the zoo to see the grizzly bears.  I love to go to the zoo but its so far from here in Andover, almost 50 miles.