This one blows me away. Amie made it sometime yesterday, but we only discovered it this morning – she made it while no one was watching. Such concentration she must have put into it. Look at the proportion of the arms and legs, and the faces…
I pledged, on 6 June, not to buy any more books for myself or Amie, and no more toys for Amie. With the exception of two books I bought for 75 c from the library – so for charity really, right? – I did not wander. I waited until to report on it because I only really broke the “book fast” over the weekend, when I stumbled upon the mother lode of Jim Harrison books in the Brookline Booksmith Used Books Cellar and could not – of course! – resist. I mean, come on, how could I pass up on Sundog, and The Summer He Didn’t Die?
Harrison never lets me down.
But though I haven’t concluded from Chile’s challenge that I can, after all, live without books, I did learn that I can practice restraint. Still, I guess the real challenge is to give up something for ever. I’ll be thinking on that…
I’m the cautious type. We get a plant and I say “Let’s see if it grows!” Then it grows and I say “Yes, but will it flower?” Then it flowers and I say “Let’s see if it fruits!” Then it fruits and I say “I know, but will the fruits ripen?”
Now if only it will survive the pounding rainstorms, and those nasty looking spiders that took residence among the leaves…
Over a year ago I wrote about our dashed compost dreams. We were still at the condo then and the trustees vetoed the idea of a compost bin. Well, a year later the dream became possible again and we purchased two Earth Machines. Here is one of them, the active one:
We followed all the rules but still had a swarm of small black flies to contend with. Yesterday, however, when I turned the pile inside the Machine, steam and heat rose up out of it. The pile is cooking! We are doing it right!
We’re also implementing the simplest of a grey water system. When I rinse fruits and vegetables, I catch the water in the kitchen sink in a tub, and we use that for watering the plants. Amie loves her little yellow watering can.
I splurged a bit with a gift card given to us by dear friends as a house warming present. I drove to the garden center in town and purchased:
- cilantro x 2
- rosemary x 2
- bay laurel
- nana curry plant
- genovese basil x 2
A month ago we bought a large cherry tomato plant and it is over eight feet high now. We’ll have to use a ladder to harvest the highest fruits! There are lots of fruits on it, but they are as yet all green. We also have a smaller plum tomato plant and 4 belle pepper plants. Can you believe that a little bit over a year ago I had no idea that tomatoes grow out of flowers!
It’s not nearly the garden we envision, yet, but it feels so good to have made a start. Who knows, which of the perennials we’ll still be harvesting from in five years’ time?
Amie has taken to gardening. A month ago, after reading Caillou in the Garden, she planted some basil seeds in a pot and made a marker. Then she sat down, and waited. Now the wait is paying off:
Our woodpile has grown considerably and is no longer wobbly. Probably all this wood won’t be cured well enough by this winter, so we’ll have to buy three extra cords. Forking out the money for them will get us going on the wood stove purchase. We’ll probably get a chimney sweep to check out our chimney and to advise us about a proper stove. We’re very much leaning toward a stand-alone stove, so we can heat tea and stews on it.
And you know what: I made jam! Of the many blueberries I got a the Farmer’s Market. It’s only freezer jam, and amounted to only three jars, but what an accomplishment it was for me! And Amie loves it.
And last but not least, some of the wildlife, right in front of our house. One more reason to include a garden fence in our plans.
Today in the exceptionally clear air I happened to snap this:
These are House Finches. The red-headed one is the male and he’s feeding the female. This, I just read, is courting behavior. There were at least two males and two females around, possibly competing while a Hairy Woodpecker and a Nuthatch looked on. (Here’s a great page comparing the Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers – I think I’ll get it straight from now on).
We’re still unpacking boxes, and not the kind that can go down into the basement without being opened. We’re still considering bids for several major appliance changes, like the new boiler, insulation, and a good wood stove. We’ve taken our first stabs at composting and are battling swarms of small, black flies. We’ve assembled the sofa. We’ve had a dinner party in our new dining room: all of us around the table, good friends, fantastic food off the grill and several bottles of white wine and many more topics of conversation. And toasting.
And I’ve taken time to sit in our living room and stare out at the bird feeders, and to take pictures. I know it’s not quite what real birders do, but it’s the only way I know I will learn to recognize the most important species.
And here are some of them:
As for identification, I’m going to need some help with some of them:
(1) Adult male House Finch (2) same Finch and adult male yellow variant (?)
(3) American Crow
(4) Tufted Titmouse
(5) Juvenile Common Grackle (?)
(6) Adult female Red Cardinal
(7) Adult female American Goldfinch
(8) Adult male American Goldfinch
(10) Woodpecker (Downy, right?) and Titmouse
I use Sibley’s Field Guide to Birds of Eastern North America. I am sorta obligated to, because Mr. David Allen Sibley lives in the town over, but I like the book a lot: beautiful illustrations, little maps indicating the ranges, some information on habits and on voice.