Old Bed, New Bed, Garden Bed

Published in September of 2013 by Grit Magazine

Marie has been promising Blondie that we’d buy her a nice snuggle-bed like Cochise’s as soon as Wal-Mart got one that wasn’t some outlandish color.  It has been months, but yesterday Marie got out of the truck and was carrying a lovely new snuggle bed.  Blondie wagged her tail so hard she was beating herself on the hips with it.  As soon as we laid the new bed down in the house, Cochise hopped into it and said, “Mine.”

Cochise takes Blondie's new bed.Blondie was not amused, “Just because he’s the alpha dog, he gets the new bed?  MY bed!”

After a bit she settled in though; thinking, “An old bed is better than no bed.  And I have gotten used to sleeping in this one even though it was supposed to be his.  I guess it’s OK.”

She’s SUCH a good girl!

Speaking of beds, I’ve been working on getting my raised beds in the garden ready for the fall/winter season.  Nearly all of the summer crops have run their course and I’ve been pulling out the old, dead plants, composting some and burning any that were diseased or nightshades – or both.

Disease hit us hard his year.  This was partly due to the extremely wet summer and partly due to the fact that I was using a modified square-foot garden method.  In every case, when I looked up causes for the leaf blights that hit us, overcrowding; which prevents leaves from drying properly and creates an environment conducive to mold and blight, was listed as a major cause.

Another hint at how wet it has been is the number of mushrooms that pop up continually, all over the place.  These little Fairy Parasol mushrooms (what I’ve always called them – I have no idea what their real name is) are all over.  But out in the yard we’ve had toad stools that got huge; when their caps opened up and flattened out they were 10 to 12 inches across!  And brain mushrooms that were the size of half a basketball.  Too bad none of them are edible or we’d have had an incredible harvest.

The Patti pan squash that was in here is gone, but the various peppers and green onions are still going strong, although the peppers don’t like the way the nights are getting chilly.  Since this box will lie fallow for the winter, I’ll let these grow until they decide to quit on their own.  The onions will probably continue to grow through the winter – I’ll just lay the straw in around them to exclude weeds.

This bed is planted in a variety of leaf lettuce – which grows well in the winter.  It will slow or stop growing in the real cold parts, but will remain alive even when buried under a snowfall.  The snow melts and out pops the green of the lettuce.  Other boxes contain beets, carrots, turnips, and onions (all grown primarily for their greens) and spinach.  Root crops grow well in the winter, but we don’t usually get much from the root.  But by trimming the greens judiciously, we can supply ourselves with fresh veggies all winter long.

I’ll have several boxes planted in Brussels Sprouts.  If I can exclude the looper moths this fall, the sprouts will grow nicely during the winter – benefiting from a frost – and produce great tasting sprouts until spring.  Keeping the moths out means covering the fence boxes with plastic or at least a fine mesh.

I also have several boxes planted as Butternut and Acorn squash.  Although these are called winter squash, their fruit probably won’t be harvestable until spring.  But, that will give us something once the summer squash in the freezer is gone and while waiting for the new summer crop to start producing.

Our sweet potatoes are doing well and will be harvested once the vines die back.

I also have a row of sugar peas planted against at trellis.  Peas like the cool weather of early spring and fall, so these will also grow well in the coming months.  We harvest these as tender young pods and use them in our cooking.

And of course I have the herb bed.  The basil does not like the cool nights.  It’s time to seed out a pot or two to keep in my office for winter cutting and setting out next spring.  The Sage did poorly again this year.  I have terrible luck with sage.  Rosemary, carrot, mint, dill, thyme, oregano, chives, green onions and parsley all did fine.  Although the oregano is looking a bit thin this fall.

Radishes were a disaster this year.  Too bad – I really like radishes.

It’s time to prune back the blueberries and grapes and clean out the strawberry bed for the winter.  And that will about take care of my seasonal garden change-over.

What are you doing to get ready for winter?  Am I missing anything?  Please share!

Parrot of the Past

Writing the recent post about our mockingbird jiggled loose some memories that had become crusted over with the dusts of time. Memories of another bird that I found to be very entertaining; Glitch, the African Grey Tierney parrot. Please forgive the quality of these photos, these are scans of old photograph prints.

Meet Glitch. In this photo he is fully grown and had become a well educated and sassy bird indeed. He had a vocabulary of over 100 words and phrases and what was amazing was the way he would use them to converse. For example; we also had two cats, Ratso and Bear. Bear liked to stretch up the base of Glitch’s platform like we has going to climb it. Glitch would lean over the edge of his platform and yell, “Get down, Bear, get down.” Of course he learned this from hearing me scold the cat in these situations. But he rarely used that phrase except when Bear was teasing him.   Continue reading “Parrot of the Past”

He Whom the Mockingbird Mocks

Our little patch of the planet, Dear Reader, has recently acquired the addition of a mockingbird. I count this as a good thing because I enjoy the sound of songbirds, and find the symphony of songbirds to which we are treated just at dawn each day very enjoyable.

pileated woodpecker, birds, Our regular compliment of performers includes squadrons of Gold Finches, Carolina Wrens, Tufted Titmice, Cardinals, Robins and a few Killdeer – although they are not so melodic as the others.  These woods are also home to many Downy Woodpeckers who skitter up and down trees as though gravity were of no consequence whatsoever, a gang of Blue Jays, who are rowdy bullies, several Red Tail Hawks (the primary reason we can’t raise chickens), and an increasing population of Pileated Woodpeckers – upon whom the Woody the Woodpecker character was based.  As large as a chicken (in fact folks around here refer to them as “Wood Hens”) their raucous laughter can be heard easily a quarter mile away.  Fortunately, they are not early risers.  Continue reading “He Whom the Mockingbird Mocks”

Largest Boat Rescue Ever

The video below impressed me not only by the actions of civilian boaters but especially by the numbers of people saved in this boat rescue and the short time it took.  All without any rehearsal or disaster plan drills. The Coast Guard did not commandeer vessels, they were volunteered.  Because it is quite timely as we remember 9/11, I decided to share it with you here.  Enjoy.

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Is Honesty Obsolete?

Recently I went to Tractor Supply and bought a roll of 24” high chicken wire – excuse me; Poultry Mesh, for some fence boxes I’m making for my garden. They carry the mesh in 50 foot rolls for $18 and 150 foot rolls for $45. I decided the 50 foot roll would do 3 boxes and might be all I’ll need for a while. The 150 is a better value, but I’m not sure I’ll need 9 more fence boxes.

The gal at the register rang me up, and said, “He’s unloading a truck out back right now, the gate is open, just grab what you need.” So I walked across the parking lot to the fenced-in area where they store lots of stuff, found the rack of chicken wire, saw the blue & while sign attached to the top of a cell reading “24” x 50’ Poultry mesh, just $17.99”, grabbed a roll, took it back to the truck and went on my way.

Mid afternoon I got to where I was ready to build another box and began to open up the roll of mesh. The label on the roll caught my eye: 24” x 150’. RATS! Continue reading “Is Honesty Obsolete?”

Showdown with a Snake

copperhead snake
From www.wilddelaware.com

It was a Sunday evening, we had all had our dinner, the dogs had had their Race Day treats.  They went out on the porch to lounge in the cool evening air while Marie and I finished watching the NASCAR cup race at Richmond.

The dogs started barking.  It sounded like other dogs were barking too, so I assumed they were just conversing.  Dogs do that.  But then the intensity stepped up and I decided to go see what they were barking at.

The porch light was enough to see they had a snake “surrounded” out in the driveway.  It wasn’t very big, hard to say for sure because it was coiled up, but probably 12-18”.  Not that it makes any difference: if it’s a viper, the little snakes are just as venomous as the big ones.  More-so, really because they have not learned to meter out their venom by threat level like the bigger snakes will.  If it was non-venomous it won’t hurt them, but I’d rather they didn’t kill it.  I was barefooted and in my PJ’s; not proper snake wrangling attire in either case.

I went back in to get a flashlight.  In the added light I could tell from the porch it was a copperhead.  Until I came out the dogs were just playing chicken with it.  Once I was on scene Cochise went into “Protector Mode” and started attacking the snake; and taking hits from it.  Four… five… six, this is very bad! Continue reading “Showdown with a Snake”

Opinions Are Like Bellybuttons

This article will once again begin by digging into my bottomless barrel of Old Sayings; the offering this time:
Opinions are like bellybuttons; everyone has one, but some are more worthy of public display than others.”

bellybuttonI am, I must confess Dear Reader, one of those people who has an opinion on just about everything and feels compelled to share it.  Oh, you too?  Fancy that!  It is a great thing when our opinions about something mesh and we can celebrate or commiserate the topic together.  But what happens when we disagree?

All too often opposing opinions result in arguments, fist fights, even wars being fought.  And why?  Because the parties held differing opinions?  Life is so much simpler if we can avoid open hostilities in our dealings with others.

Why is it that we hold so tightly to our own opinions as indisputable truth, and yet the opinions of others are mere fancy?  Why do people HAVE differing opinions in the first place?  If something is true for me, it’s true for you too, isn’t it?  Not at all! Continue reading “Opinions Are Like Bellybuttons”

Artist, Artisan, Craftsman, Clod

As a parting shot from the woodworking sector I’d like to share this (hopefully) humorous look at myself as an artist… or non-artist, you decide.

artist, drawingMy wife and I were attending a “serious” art show in a ritzy section of St Louis when an older woman approached a young man who was decked out in woven leather sandals, lime green Capri style pants, a bright yellow shirt – too small and unbuttoned to the navel – and a pair of bright pink Ben Franklin style eye glasses.  His hair style was pretty odd too.  The woman beamed as she approached and gushed, “Oh! Are you an artist?”

The young man glared at her over his Ben Franklins, “No, Madam, “ he said with obvious disdain, “I am an ar-TEEST!” with a wave of his hand and toss of his ridiculous hair on the second syllable.

“Oh,” sighed the grandmotherly one, obviously disappointed. ”I was hoping you were someone with talent.”

I’ll never know if this sweet old lady was actually the queen of come-backs or if she simply misunderstood and got lucky, but it is this encounter that comes to mind every time I meet a creative person who thinks more of themselves than they ought. Continue reading “Artist, Artisan, Craftsman, Clod”

To Have and To Hold, In Sickness and In Health

Marriage, commitment, caring for one anotherMy wife, Marie, and I have had many wonderful times together.  We’ve taken trips and gone to concerts and watched movies and just sat on the sofa holding hands.  We work in the yard and on the house together.  We truly enjoy one another’s company, so we don’t necessarily have to have “entertainment” to be happy together.  This is what we’ve always considered “to have and to hold” to mean.  And we’ve enjoyed many happy, healthy years.

Marie recently went through a life-threatening trauma.  She’d been sick all day, in the evening she asked me to take her to the hospital Emergency Room.  Upon arrival they took some basic information – mostly about how they were going to get paid – and sent her to the triage room.  Above the nurse’s desk here is a big sign reading, “Patients are NOT seen in the order of arrival.  Patients are seen in the order of severity of their injury or illness.”  The triage nurse took Marie’s vitals and gave her a very brief once-over then said, “OK, let’s go.” and rushed her right into a bed in the ER. Continue reading “To Have and To Hold, In Sickness and In Health”

The Scavenger Hunt

labyrinth, scavenger hunt
Credit: Alice-In-Wonderland.net

He wanders the labyrinth with list in hand, gazing at the thousands of calls to action; some printed on card stock or plastic, some in the form of small video panels.  Some say, “choose me for a life of ease and comfort!” some, “choose me for eternal health.” others, “I am your best value on something you need desperately.”  He checks his scavenger hunt list often as he wanders, gazing at the multicolored panels, peering into bins, occasionally opening a semi-transparent door to see inside better.  So many temptations, but where are the items he seeks?

Occasionally something new tries to seduce him, “pick me,” it purrs, “and I’ll give you infinite pleasure.”  He checks the list, “No, you’re not on the list.”  He twists free of its grasp.  “I must return with everything on the list and nothing that is not on the list.”  The List is sacrosanct.  The List must be obeyed.

He encounters a few others wandering the labyrinth, mostly women.  Some seem quite confident of navigating the maze and winning their prize.  Occasionally he stands gazing about, clutching his list his eyes pleading for advice – rules say it is forbidden to ask for help, but help may be accepted if offered freely.  Most ignore him, a few smirk knowingly, no one offers.   He plods on.

The things he seeks seem to elude him, things he must not choose sing their sultry songs to him. His head spins with the enormity of the task: “Why oh why did my wife sent ME to the grocery store?” Continue reading “The Scavenger Hunt”