I’ve always thought of humor as a state of mind. The ability to laugh at oneself as the adventure unfolds.
All the book learning I have had seems to matter little when dealing with the complexity of producing food on the land in a sustainable and resilient way. Apparently the deer, chipmunks, jack rabbits etc figure I’m there to feed and amuse them. Out again the other day chasing deer off in flip flops at 6 am. The jack rabbits now that they have seen me run, just snigger a bit and eat away until I’m a few feet away then leisure move off to some other tasty bits I have planted for them.
Success I think comes from watching the animals and working for them. I mean with them. Although it may seem I do work for them. Country life is a Three Stooges festival. Nyuk, nyuk.
This fellow – barred owl – came by in mid February and took down a big jack rabbit. Spent the day in the sun (-20) and nibbled away on his prey.
Devoured the whole thing, fur and all. Thinking I can hire him for year around control of the animals. Maybe he can be Hootie and I can be the Blowfish. If he could keep the chipmunks and rabbits from eating stuff I would worship him/she as a god
Have about half an acre towards the first tree line of really good, well drained soil. Nitrogen fixing black locust are to the north and apple trees to the north east. The plum trees I will put to the west leaving the area in front of the trees for perennial vegetables, berry and nut trees, herbs, medicinal plants and ones that attract good insects (honey bees) and birds. Picture below shows a bit of it. The funny looking things on the ground are old carpets I use for killing off the grass under it to bring new areas under cultivation.
Some shots below of stuff growing or to grow – maybe
And a pileated wood pecker for those who made it to the end
I gave awa my tv’s and was planning on only having Internet at the house but haven’t gotten around to that. And to be honest its been like shedding an addiction. I don’t check every 30 minutes for the latest news, email or research something and usually turn off the cell phone. Instead I read, stop and think or go and look at how much a new tree has grown in a few weeks. (Surprisingly so sometimes!) Most of us don’t seem to be able to relax or when you stop to think about it, realize how odd it is to sit down for a drink with friends and everyone is checking their cell phones. We seem only connected to the immediacy of the moment – not the scale of a week, month , year or decade. Maybe that’s one of the reasons we discount things like possible climate change or our changing economic status.
We also seem to have disconnected ourselves from what we are certainly part of. Nature. Most of what we have is created from the resources of the earth and energy we extract – which is just stored sunlight encompassed in ancient biomass. We define ourselves by what we make or build then strive to separate ourselves from nature and keep it in a public park or in the country. The very thing that keeps us alive as a species we watch from our car or house windows as if its somehow separate.
Lately we seem to value more what Honey BooBoo is doing than turning off the tv, computer, gaming box, cell phone and seeing what is out there. Go somewhere and listen to the silence. Hear the birds or owls or coyotes singing. See the stars. That’s the reality of what we evolved in and exist in, not the artificial reality most of us live in today. Go watch a tree grow.
Tiling last week and mostly done. Kind of fun to do but had to move furniture from here to there and back to get it done. Books were the hardest to move.
Moved to dump truck loads of gravel over two days. That was not fun. With just a shovel it took a while. Split about half a cord of wood by hand. Will get the chain saw out shortly to get the next half cord ready for splitting.
At least now the house is semi presentable. Now back to outdoor stuff and Toronto to do some boat work next week.