Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Oh Deer!

Whenever driving and a deer is seen on the roadside, or crossing the road (or leaping into the road or...there's a lot of deer around here), either Elijah or Allie say, Oh deer! Since I'm usually in the backseat, I didn't get it right away, but I like it. 

The other day, sitting in the Turtle, a movement outside caught my eye. Maybe it was this tiny, sparrow like bird, but no. It was much bigger.

Usually when I've seen deer out in the field it is in the early to late morning and it was now after noon, but there he was, strolling over to the blueberry patch. Well, it's way more than a patch, it's lots and lots of blueberries that get sold in the honor stand. Strawberries done, it's blueberries and raspberries now. Yum. But I digress. There he was.

I'll just go slow and maybe no one will see me

The blue netting keeps out the deer and most of the birds
His antlers still fuzzy with youth, he was still a pretty big deer. Usually there are a couple at least but he was on his own. 

I was making clicking noises, he went on alert

But maybe I can still get to the blueberries! 
Finally he saw me and decided to retreat. I thought he'd go down the drive but instead he headed across the field to the safety of tall grass and the woods.

Fuzzy photo of a leaping deer.

In the cut field, he could do some high step running.

Ah, safe in the grasses
I clicked one more time before he went into the woods and was rewarded with one more look. I'm sure the lure of berries will bring him out again, but this was this day. 

So long for now, young buck. Thanks for the visual entertainment!

Have a tapestried Tuesday. Do something thoreauvian.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Looking Back

It was hot yesterday, as in, find some shade and absorb it. The old wooden bench that once lived on Elijah's old porch is now in a different spot, one of the afternoon shady areas. I stretched out on it and remembered the year I slept on it the first time I came out here to visit. Under my eyelids a movie played, remembering what it was like back then. No tiny cabin, no yurt, no fence, no gardens. And a big pile of strange metal parts and pieces. It was time to do some yard meanderings.

The old boat is still waiting for the river to rise.
Long time blog readers might remember the giant pile of bits and pieces I sorted through years ago.

This was after pulling most of it out from under the madrone tree.
Incredibly, this was sorted. In some way.

This is all that's left today
The old truck is still in the tree. Or the tree is still in the old truck. Or both.

A few bits of the old farm machinery is still around as well.

A serious mixer

Pretty simple

Lots of ouch capacity here
But today is a new day! Another sunrise, another Sunday Funday. Going back is enjoyable, going forward is the adventure. Be here now.

Have a salubrious Sunday! Do something shining.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

In the Garden

Even though I only planted a few things, garden fascination is easy upkeep for me. Every day something unexpected happens, even if it is totally expected and certainly hoped for. All from one little seed. 

Out of somewhere/nowhere, these Sungold's popped out!
It's been three weeks since I planted the 4 inch plant.
If they hurry, I might be able to taste one.
I just had a total learning experience about this pepper below. I bought it as a sweet pepper, assuming it would be a typical green bell pepper, but really, mostly because I liked the name, Jimmy Nardello. C'mon, it's a great name. If I ever have a cat or dog or unicorn, I'm naming it Jimmy Nardello. 

Anyway, when I saw these yesterday I thought, Jimmy Nardello! What are you doing? This doesn't look like a green sweet pepper to me. As it turns out, Jimmy Nardello is exactly who Jimmy Nardello is. Not a green bell pepper at all.

"This fine Italian pepper was grown each year by Giuseppe and Angella Nardiello, at their garden in the village of Ruoti, in Southern Italy. In 1887 they set sail with their one-year-old daughter Anna for a new life in the USA. When they reached these shores, they settled and gardened in Naugatuck, Connecticut, and grew this same pepper that was named for their fourth son Jimmy. This long, thin-skinned frying pepper dries easily and has such a rich flavor that this variety has been placed in "The Ark of Taste" by the Slow Food organization. Ripens a deep red, is very prolific, and does well in most areas."
So it looks like a cayenne, tastes like a sweet and grows really easily. Just so you know. The link above can be used to order as well, from a seed company I really like a lot, Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds


This is one planted before I got here, with the strangest stem I've ever seen on a tomato; the flat, twisting stem is almost two inches wide.
I hope I get to see at least one of these weirdos ripen.
These are, or will be, yellow plum tomatoes.
The fig tree that was planted when Iko was born has been sparse on the figs. Until the other day when we noticed baby figs everywhere on it! It's due for a transplant from its pot, but maybe now isn't the time. 

With everyone gone yesterday afternoon, I gave in to garden urges and pulled this radish out from the crowd. It was beautiful. And delicious. 

Shhhh, they'll never miss it!
This is the raised bed the radish was grown in.
Everything in here is going crazy right now,
from the radishes to the
indigo dye plants to the sunflowers.
Raised bed gardening works.
The peas are about done, sugar snap, sweet and red. 
A neighbor offered to share these sugar snap peas from their garden. Who says no to that? I blanched them for about a minute (barely) and took a small bowl of them into the yard under the tree to enjoy the tranquility. Wine and peas pairing, who knew? A book thrown in the mix, Tranquility Tree was once again tranquil.

All edible

Grandkids are usually pretty marvelous. Being alone in the quiet of this place is pretty marvelous as well. Balance is good, especially if you are standing on your head. I'm just tossing that in there for no particular reason. Coffee time is past due!

Have a transcendent Thursday. Do something transformational.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Everything's Beachy

On the way to Shelter Cove is a wonderful little general store, called, like the best ones are, after the area, the Shelter Cove General Store. There are groceries and wine and beer and hardware and gifts and fishing stuff, along with more I haven't thought of yet, but if I looked I bet it's there. We were headed to the beach and I forgot to change out of my ratty and very old sandals I keep here. With my first step, one of them decided to give up its sole. Any flip flops, I asked? Of course there were. But it's almost 2020, these weren't your grandma's rubber flip flops, which is how I now own a pair of FloJo leather flip flops. They would need baptizing in the ocean. They got that.

The weather looked fine.
From the mid-90's leaving the house, it dropped to the high 60's at the beach.
It felt good!
We parked and the smiling tractor guy came by saying "Just a head's up, it's going to get tight here, just want you to know." Translation, I might hit your vehicle with this tractor, but I gave you fair warning. Another guy with his truck on the concrete slab right by the water on the other side was leaving, perfect timing. Again.

It definitely would have been tight.
Thoughts of prancing into the water had left me as the temperature dropped but it still felt good on the feet. 

But you know how the ocean is...first it's your toes and then you're in to your knees. That was enough for me. For awhile.

Black sand is weird. But fun. In a way.

O was into jumping wavelets.
The beach was pretty quiet but vehicles started coming down
as we got ready to head out.
I'm always fascinated by how they get their boats out.

There were the remnants of snow crabs all over the beach. One set of claws came up on the tide as Iko and I stood in shallow water, looking very, very much like a skeleton hand waving hello. We said hello. We said good-bye. All I could think of was 'I wonder if the meat is still any good?'.

Have a wondering Wednesday. Do something worthful.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Camp Winnarainbow and Wavy Gravy Fun Day

The first time (of many times, from Florida to Georgia to Colorado) I saw Wavy Gravy was at one of the pop festivals in Florida that used to happen a few times a year. Big name bands, hundreds of people, and in-between acts, Wavy Gravy, encouraging the crowds to stay hydrated, take advantage of the Hog Farm's free food and know where the medical tent was, in between making us laugh with the clownishness that we loved and would come to love more over the years. I was 14 or 15. Some things stick, even if in not quite precise detail.

A lot of kids juggling as Wavy looks on
That was a long time ago. And over those years, Wavy Gravy and his wife and extended family have done many really good things (you can read about them in this 2011 interview here - old interview but it's only gotten better). 

Yesterday was what is called the Big Show for Camp Winnarainbow; O's brother would be there, his camp stay over (you can read all about Camp Winnarainbow here. The Big Show really is big, kids on unicycles and stilts, kids using silks, kids singing and dancing and juggling, kids being really funny in skits. All of this was from their experiences in camp and all of us adults wished often we could go to camp too. Yes, there is an adult camp! Elijah knew he could get me to go by promising Wavy Gravy would be there. He knows me well.

Kids on the silks.
They acted out activist stories and were

The teepees were sewn up by a woman named Georgie.
When the camp season ends, each one is taken down, though the frames remain.
These kids were waiting for their turn in the Big Show. 

Cotter making magic while family looks on

Watching the stilt dancers

This was the actual beginning, Wavy awaiting the campers as they came in
on stilts and feet on the ground, about 150 of them.
It was pretty dramatic. I thought I was videoing it but...oops!
The Hog Farm has always stuck in my mind as safe people, doing good things while the rest of us were being...whatever we were being in the last of the 60's and early 70's. But it was and is way bigger than I imagined. My son has worked there, and O's dad and girlfriend work the huge gardens there, produce being sold to local markets, a win win for everyone. I should have gotten photos of the gardens and apple orchard but I was full of too many questions to remember to do that. 

Waiting in line for lunch
Another view of the teepees.
They are huge!

Super nice bathrooms, I was surprised.
This sign made me laugh, exactly the opposite of home. 

Some random shots while walking around

There is dress up tent with hundreds of costumes and accoutrements. Iko tried on a hat.

O and her brother checking it out
 Each teepee has its own name and the names of the campers using it. I loved the variety of names.

This is all the campers heading back out. I kept thinking of home and our kids. They've had 40 some years of doing this to perfect the organization, but it seems like something we could have, albeit on a smaller scale. All the money that comes in from selling food and various items goes to a scholarship fund for kids who don't have the finances to pay for camp. It's just...good.

As we walked through the only-us-at-that-moment check-your-kid-out of-camp line, there was Wavy Gravy, back in the shade, sitting in his golf cart. He sang 'Happy Trails' to us as we left. I was in my 'don't bug him' mode, but wanted to have said something, more than just thanks. Or maybe not, maybe letting the reality and the memories be enough, was enough. 

Have a say and live peace and love Sunday! Do something splendid!

Friday, July 6, 2018

Surprising Things

Life is slow going here, much like at home, but the occasional surprises come along. Just like at home.

I took a not so long walk the other day, a road I usually drive on, mainly because it's pretty steep and I'm pretty lazy. But the steepness is what made me look up.

Or maybe it was sheer monkey power
Seeing a monkey sculpture hanging in a random madrone tree...I was happy I was carrying my phone before being accused of seeing flying monkeys (my favorites of all in the Wizard of Oz). 

This other wasn't so much of a surprise as just that feeling of aaahhh, like the tail end of surprise, when, in a dense place and suddenly you are in tree tops and the world opens up to you. One lone tree standing out among thousands.

And the latest weather surprise, Hurricane Beryl. This is the latest from Suzanne of the Finca.

Located at 5am @ 10.6N/45.1W - 1140 miles ESE of Lesser Antilles
Moving W @ 14mph
Max Winds @ 75mph; Pressure @ 995mb

Beryl is a very small hurricane, but with a well defined pinhole eye that has waxed & waned overnight.  Deep convection associated with Beryl has become better organized in the last 12hrs.  Beryl is still in an area of low vertical shear and reasonably warm sea temps so she is likely to intensify further today.  NHC admits to a high uncertainty regarding Beryl's intensity forecast.
Models are still convinced that Beryl will rapidly weaken with increasing shear; that she will reach the Lesser Antilles as only a TS or even just as an open wave.  But regardless, she will be impacting the islands early next week.
This system will be approaching FA late on Sunday/early Monday, with periods of showers & tstms through Tuesday am.  Gusty winds & rain totals of 1-4" are all possible. 

Will be keeping a close eye on SURPRISING BERYL!

I know since reading this there has been this little knot in my belly, even though the rest of me thinks it will all be well. For some of you, that knot will be bigger. Do the necessary and talk to friends and family. Find some things to laugh about. And let's vibe to roll away that Beryl!

Have a fortuitous Friday. Do something faceted.