Ant Apocalypse

Today I was moving a lumber stack.  Moving from an informal stack of old barn wood.  Very untidy.  Not at all like my stacks of furniture grade lumber.

ant runningI was working steadily and pulled up a board to find, laying in the gap between two boards below the one I had in my hands, a fair sized copper head.  I tossed the board I held aside and looked around for weaponry.  Fortunately it was quite early in the morning; cool, and the snake had not yet had its coffee.  I dispatched it easily and with little fuss.  Had it been later in the morning, things might not have gone so well.

After what seemed like eight hours of pulling sodden boards out of the pile, sweeping off the fungus and mildew and beetle larvae, then carrying the boards to the other end of the lumber yard, around a tree and up a hill to the new stack (although in reality it was probably only an hour and a half) I encountered another snake.

A King Snake this time.  Just a small one.  It had crawled in to feed on an enormous ant colony that had set up housekeeping between the layers of this lumber stack.

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Ice Cream Sunday

In 1984, President Ronald Reagan designated July as National Ice Cream Month and the third Sunday of the month as National Ice Cream Day. He recognized ice cream as a fun and nutritious food that is enjoyed by a full 90 percent of the nation’s population. In the proclamation, President Reagan called for all people of the United States to observe these events with “appropriate ceremonies and activities.” With this in mind I thought I’d talk just a bit about ice cream and its history.

Did you know…

ice cream, making,familyEach American consumes a yearly average of 23.2 quarts of ice cream, ice milk, sherbet, ices and other commercially produced frozen dairy products.

The Northern Central states have the highest per capita consumption of ice cream at 41.7 quarts.

More ice cream is sold on Sunday than any other day of the week.

Ice cream and related frozen desserts are consumed by more than 90 percent of households in the United States.  Continue reading “Ice Cream Sunday”

A Happy Day On the Mountain

A while back Irwin Tools sent me a boxed set of three utility knives to test out and review.  One of these quickly became my de facto favorite knife and I carried it with me everywhere but to church.  For church I have a slim, 2” folder that fits discretely in the pocket of dress slacks.  About a week ago, my favorite knife came up missing: I had it earlier in the day, then it was gone.  I looked everywhere.  Marie looked everywhere.  We looked everywhere again.  Finally I decided it was just gone and I’d have to buy a replacement.  Not just because I liked the knife, but I needed it for a photo shoot for a magazine article I’m writing on knives.

But I procrastinated.

Knife Missing-FoundThen yesterday I was up in the play yard mowing.  I was running along the critter fence and had to push the fencing out a little with one hand to keep it from snagging on protuberances from the mower handle.  And there it was: hanging by its clip on the fence, about half way up.  Waiting patiently for me.

“Thank you Lord!”

On that fateful day I had been up here planting some packing grass because Marie thinks it will make an efficient ground cover to prevent erosion.  I must have brushed against the fence, along which I was planting the plugs, snagged the clip and lifted the knife right out of my side pocket. A pick-pocket fence!

When I came up to look (Marie too for that matter), we were looking at the ground.  Even moved the grass clumps around, but didn’t see it.

After hanging in a weeks’ worth of rain, the blade is badly rusted, but being a utility knife, the blade it is easily replaced – it has spares inside that did not get wet (even if I didn’t have 100,000 knife blades in a dispenser on the wall).  There is a little rust inside where steel bolts pass through the body, but some light oil and steel wool cleaned them up nicely.  Even the screwdriver tips escaped rusting.

So it’s another happy day here on the mountain!

Beans and Potatoes: Do Not Do That Again!

Published 10 June of 2013 by Grit Magazine

The garden planner utility I use says that beans and potatoes are excellent companion plants.  So I decided this year to let these cohabitate in their boxes.  To maximize the companion planting benefits I planted them in a checkerboard fashion in each box.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.

And it started off pretty well, but in one box, the potato vines took off and took over.  Soon I was hard pressed to find the bean plants at all.

When I pulled the taters aside to look for beans, nearly all of the bean plants had been smothered out.  The potatoes are doing GREAT, but the beans… well, this box will not be producing beans this year.

In another box I planted the beans earlier than the potatoes and they got enough of a head start that they’re holding their own.  But then, these were *supposed* to be bush beans (like the other box) but turned out to be pole beans that are climbing all over the potatoes.  I’ll need to install poles for them to dance on so they don’t molest the taters.

My biggest problem in logic here is that I’ve gotten stuck into a sort-of square foot garden method.  In SFG, we plant each square foot of soil with a different crop.  I should have put one square foot of potatoes and one square foot of beans in each of 16 different boxes – along with assorted other crops.  But taters need a lot more depth than most crops, so that wasn’t going to work unless I doubled or tripled the depth on all 16 boxes to accommodate 1 potato plant.  Or two plants in 8 boxes.

By bastardizing the system like I did I’d have been better off to just plant half a box in taters and half in beans, with a security fence between them!  I’ll do that next year. It may not make the most of the benefits of companion planting, but it should work better than this crazy scheme.  Especially if I make sure I get bush beans.

Ah well… the best laid plans…

Making a Break For It (again)

Blondie, dog, escape artist
My “baby girl” Blondie

We have had a real problem with Blondie exploiting any weakness she finds in a fence and making a break for the wild woods.  As a result I have taken to tethering her in the shop yard or locking her inside the shop if I have to step away for a bit – like to go get the mail or do some gardening.  After her last escape I spent a morning tightening up the fencing, bolstering posts, and sealing up the lower edges where she (or something) had pulled up the pins that hold the fence to the ground.  I eliminated all the potential escape routes I could find.  But she is strong as a bear, and it constantly surprises me what she’s capable of. Continue reading “Making a Break For It (again)”

Building A Boardwalk

Originally published in May, 2013 by  Grit Magazine 

play yard projectSpringtime in the Smoky Mountains means warmer temperatures, greener scenery and rain.  Lots of rain.  Some years we get a few weeks of heavy, almost non-stop rain, other years we get a couple months of lighter rains.  Either way spring time means we’ll be dealing with erosion and mud.  On the monsoon years the quarries do a lot of business with folks seeking rock to repair washed-out driveways.  We’ve had one area that has been a consistent problem for us every year, heavy rains or light rains.

There is a long, horseshoe shaped driveway that comes up from the hard road, loops in behind a mobile home, then goes back down to the road.  The mobile home and driveway behind it are on a shelf cut into the slope to provide a flat spot.  In spring, rain water runs down the mountain side onto the driveway and collects there, making the area really mucky despite a thick layer of gravel on the drive.  Some years, when the rains are heavy the ground saturates so no more will soak in, then water comes cascading over the ridge at the top of the cut-in and flows across the driveway like a river – often taking all the gravel with it.  Even on light rain years the area between the mobile home, which is now my workshop, and the embankment gets sloppy fast and stays that way for weeks.  This was enough of a problem when it was just me going to and from work, but now we are providing foster care for dogs, and the pens are in this area too.

This year I decided to do something to get us all up out of the muck.  I built a boardwalk.  This is not a piece if high-end architectural engineering, nor is it fine craftsmanship.  There were three criteria it needed to meet: 1) It needed to keep us out of the mud, 2) I needed to build it quickly, 3) It needed to be cheap.

The proper way to do a boardwalk would have been to drill several dozen post holes, set short posts in them with concrete, determine height of the posts to get the decking flat and level and cut the posts off at the right heights, notch the posts to accept joists then lay planking across the joists.  Have you ever tried to use a post-holer in muck?  That doesn’t work so well, especially not in our red clay.

What I did was to lay landscape timbers in as sleepers, using pavers as support in the lowest spots, then cutting some old barn wood to use as decking.  This barn had been built by sawing whatever trees were at hand into lumber, so we have a mix of red oak, white oak, poplar, pine and a little walnut, but once it all silvers from sunshine it will match up closely enough.  The boards are not consistent in their thickness and are wildly random widths from 3” to 14”.

I did not want to take the time to plane the lumber to a consistent thickness, so I just watched to be sure I didn’t let it vary too greatly board-to-board.  I did rip at least one edge of each board to get the long edges reasonably parallel so the planks didn’t go angling off to one side or the other – especially in the long narrow walkways.  And I did buy a 5 pound box of decking screws to be sure they don’t rust out right away like most screws would.  I used screws rather than nails so I could easily replace planks if they rot or break.

Looking from the Guest Quarters (dog pen) out toward the workshop.  The metal steps lead up to where we store firewood under cover.  That hairy glob on the left would be part of my arm – I was up against the chain link of the Guest Quarters and taking a tricky shot without being able to see through the view finder.

The one missing piece at this point.  I need to locate a board that will fill this 12″ x 43″ space to join the deck and the lowest step.  There are no more boards that wide in the stack I was working out of, but I have two more outside of the dog yard.

Standing on the boardwalk near the Guest Quarters looking back toward the shop.  All that lumber leaning up against the loading dock is rejected lumber that is too rotted or split to be of any use.  I’ll chunk it up and store it for firewood next winter.  The pile I was working off is on the left at the end of the dock.  About 1/3 of what was there is left.  I’ll move that out to the piles behind the house – some other day; I’m very tired just now.

Standing on the loading dock looking back toward The Guest Quarters.  The pen itself and an area in front of it are floored with 2″ of pea gravel.  A gate at the end of this pad allows access, entering in front of the Guest Quarters then the boardwalk connects the entry pad (pea gravel) with the two sets of steps.  Beyond the loading dock the driveway rises a bit and has a good crown to it, so it is not a problem like this stretch is.

It took me two and a half days to build this project – some of it in the rain – and cost a total of just under $50 for landscape timbers and screws.  The end result undulates a little as it follows the contours below, but it’s not a problem.  The dogs love it!  As they go galloping along the board walk it makes a satisfying drumming sound that makes them sound even bigger and more powerful than they are.

Marie wants me to build a deck around the front steps of our home – THAT will be built with proper footings and construction, I assure you.

Herbal Cures From Your Garden

I’ve been meaning to write an article about common herbal garden items that have healthful benefits beyond their vitamins and minerals.  Now that spring is upon us and the garden is coming along nicely it’s time I got around to that.

Herb bed, gardening, raised bed, herbs, health, herbal
Growing herbs has many advantages and takes very little space.  You can grow 16 different herbs in a 4’ x 4’ raised bed garden.  You may need to pot some plants: like mint, which is wildly invasive, but you can set the pot down into your bed if you want to keep them all in one place. Continue reading “Herbal Cures From Your Garden”

The Sound of Sirens

Photo credit: Oklahoma City Examiner

The one thing that has distinguished the past couple of days from most is that at least once each day we have heard sirens wailing in the distance.  My mom even commented on this.  Many of you will shrug and think, “So what?” and I understand this.  When we lived in St Louis, the mournful wail of emergency vehicles was so ever-present it was just part of the background noise that we tuned out – unless the siren came into our neighborhood.   Continue reading “The Sound of Sirens”

When Being Green Makes You Blue: Global Warming

Today is Earth Day; a day set aside to review and speculate about our conservation efforts and to show support for those initiatives designed to preserve the natural functioning of our planet and promote activities to reduce our “footprint” on its ecological well being.

Anyone who has been reading my work knows that being ecologically conscious is important to me; I endorse reducing waste, support recycling to conserve resources and reduce landfill clutter.  My articles often encourage everyone to find ways to re-use their cast-offs by selling or donating things they don’t want to those who do.  I write regularly for the local chapter of Keep America Beautiful.

We designed our home to be as energy efficient as we could make it – within our means. We are growing a good portion of our food, and doing so without herbicides and pesticides. And I try to share what I learn about all this with you; my Dear Readers.

My article on Pocono raceway becoming the largest solar powered sports facility, and other Green initiatives within my favorite spectator sport was just published by Sportales eZine.

“Green living” is important to me.  However there are some aspects of the modern ecology movement that I can not buy into; particularly Global Warming. Continue reading “When Being Green Makes You Blue: Global Warming”

A Blog With No Name

A few people (mostly young people) have asked me about the tag line for this blog (Writing Through the Desert on a Blog with No Name).  What in the world does THAT mean?   Those in my age bracket will most likely get the reference.  For the Paduans among us, it’s a reference to an old song; one of my favorites.  Perhaps this will help clear things up – just for fun.

America: A Horse With No Name

Songwriters: BUNNELL, DEWEY
On the first part of the journey,
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
And the sky, with no clouds.
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
But the air was full of sound.I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
After two days, in the desert sun,
My skin began to turn red.
After three days, in the desert fun,
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told, of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead. Continue reading “A Blog With No Name”