becoming

there's a certain amount of uncertainty
that comes with waking.
the little death of sleep brings forth
the birth of a new day
and a person i wasn't quite yesterday.
and the day is also filled
with endless births and deaths.
how could i be the person i was when i woke
after an afternoon spent
listening to the lessons of the sun and the soil
and the doves and bumblebees
and the glossy new leaves of the pear trees?

overwhelmed

the warm and lengthening days are fueling some amazing growth in the gardens---everything green and lush and abundant.  birds and bees (honey bees and many native bees) and butterflies abound.  i've found myself feeling overwhelmed (in a good way) on many occasions lately---i look at the gardens and i am amazed at how productive they have become in such a short time, my brain is on fire with so many ideas for incorporating new plants and new ways of growing---there don't seem to be any limitations to what can be done here and i'm excited by all the possibilities.  sometimes it all seems to be happening so quickly and i just want to slow down and really experience everything.  i'm learning a lot and having a lot of fun.  it's definitely feeling like spring and i feel like a new bud ready to burst into leaf---it's powerful stuff.

lost

we prune blackberries together in the afternoon
the scent of sun-warmed pine needles on the air
the smell of childhood camping trips
a taste of wilderness
wildness
seclusion
the delicious fantasy of living amongst the pines
lost to the world
and haven't we done it, love,
haven't we gotten ourselves lost here
lost in love
lost to the world
lost to everything but each other
in these pine mountains?

chicken tractor wheels and morning chores

yesterday staal put wheels on the chicken tractor (mobile, bottomless chicken coop)---it's much easier for one person to move now.  he tried bicycle wheels at first but they didn't work so he ended up putting on some small wheels which work quite well and give the tractor just enough ground clearance to move easily but still keep the frame low enough that the chickens can't get under and out while the tractor is being moved.  he set the wheels on levers---push the levers down, insert the pins, and the wheels engage and the lift the frame off the ground making it ready to move.  once it's moved to the new location, pull the pins and the frame lowers back to the ground, keeping the chickens safely contained---it's pretty slick...

the bicycle wheels looked pretty cool but the long shafts they needed for attachment had too much wobble and weren't quite strong enough to handle the load.  so staal switched them for some small wheels that could be attached much closer and tighter...

so this morning i went out to move the chicken tractor, feed the chickens, and remove a couple of the fiberglass panels that i'd put on the chicken tractor for winter insulation.  got one panel unscrewed and looked up as zane was taking off towards a strange dog that had wandered over.  i went over to them and tried to keep zane calm enough not to start a fight---he did just fine.  i put zane in the greenhouse and went to find a rope so i could catch the stray.  he was some kind of pit mix, quite friendly, wearing a collar but no tags.  as soon as i got the rope tied on to his collar i noticed a car driving slowly past the house so i trotted down to the road with the dog to see if they were looking for him.  the car had passed by the time we got down to the gate but i waited a minute and it came back our way, slowed and stopped.  turned out to be a neighbor a few addresses down---she was thankful i'd found her dog (i was thankful she came and got him).
i let zane back out and we finished getting the chickens set up for the day.

 we both ended up a little soggy but it was a nice morning anyway.

scrabble

the man was on fire tonight...

drainage

after that big downpour we had a couple weeks ago and the flooding it caused around the outside of the greenhouse and east side of the house it became clear a little drainage correction was in order---so staal grabbed his level and a shovel (and a rototiller) and got busy.  the man put in a lot of work...

using the tiller to break up the problem areas and make the earth moving easier

north side of the greenhouse

after tilling he sloped the ground away from the house,excavated around the foundation where necessary, and put in a brick and gravel border so there wouldn't be soil contact with the exterior of the building.
 

looking from the southeast corner of the greenhouse toward the east side of the house

east side of the house

he made a nice landing outside the east door of the greenhouse by recycling a small concrete slab that was formerly the seat for the pressure tank before he moved it into the garage when he was putting in the 2500 gal water storage tank. 

small but heavy---probably a few hundred pounds so he used the handy crane he made for his flat bed to transport it from where it was up at the garage.  sorry to say i didn't get any shots of the actual transport in progress---he's sneaky sometimes.   i did get a couple decent shots of the crane though...

the south door of the greenhouse got a lovely brick landing.  
*we bought the bricks from a contractor having a yard sale who said they came from an old building in town that had recently burned.
 

beautiful bricks from historic mariposa

  i think he was having fun.

  he did a beautiful job...

 

 i'm gonna say it again---he's amazing!  sometimes i'm pretty sure he's some kind of super hero...

super staal aka homestud

*a post post note:
as i was putting this post together it started raining pretty hard and i'm happy to report that staal's efforts paid off and things are looking good on the drainage front.

rhythm and arrhythmia

i wake to the steady rhythm of rain
falling on the roof
tip-tap
light and tinny
then burgling and gurgling
along the length of the gutter
into the downspout
and finally splashing melodically
into the rain barrel
imitating some happy, hillside creek
and all of it soothing
and reassuring
like the rise and fall of your chest
pressed against me in bed
and the in-out of your breath
soft and warm on my cheek
like the beating of a heart
lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
and these rhythms are sometimes mistaken
for constancy
but my own heart reminds me
of the unpredictability
and transitory nature of this life
with its
lub-dub, lub-dub,...lu......bDUB
that third, muddy, fishtail beat
like the determined beauty of the salmon
swimming his fierce and fleeting swim

*note/reminder to family--i was diagnosed with an arrhythmia years ago (technically called PVC in trigeminy) it's pretty common and not harmful---but it acts up once in a while when it needs to tell me something.