Department of Il faut cultiver notre jardin
Fab GF sent this to me awhile ago and I finally had a chance to read it. Yes, that's where we live (only we're outside of the city and have a septic system, so we won't participate, er, directly) and I think I know which farm the compost will be used.
The world may be falling apart, but some of us bumpkins are trying to make a, um, go of things. Read more about Holy $hit
with these pictures of fruits and vegetables that are just ... well. If Hefner'd cornered this market, that girl wouldn't've been running away from his manse, y'know?
So what are y'all gonna plant this year? Read more about Oooooh ... the fantasy catalog came in the mail today!!! (Gardening pr0n)
(x-posted from drinking liberally in new milford even though part of this was already pointed out here...)
It's snowing here, again. The wind is blowing. I find myself really missing the garden, and looked at flower pics for a half hour of longing this morning...
I think I miss these guys the most. Read more about Deep in the Heart of a 5b Winter
So, up here in 5b land, it's dark, bleak, and cold. A lot. The moon is shining and making pretty play on the snow just now here in MI, but of course that never lasts. Like many, I fill my winter 'downtime' with indoor hobbying and crafting. Last year, as you may remember, it was tiling. I plan on doing more this season, but I like to try to learn new things every season. This year, I have to confess: I'd scheduled learning to sew "for real," but coming back from London and all the museums, I'm more inclined to...paint. I just love "modern" art! It's probably pathetic, but I don't care. Read more about Winter Hobbyist
I'm looking out on my eight garden beds in the back yard. The strawberry and asparagus bed is wintering-over just fine. I cut the asparagus ferns down a week ago, when they finally turned brown, and fell over. Now, they are ready for sending up new stalks, which I will be able to harvest this year. This past year, each crown sent up at least twelve stalks, so, I expect this year to be a real good year for them. I just pulled and started dehydrating the parsley that I had growing with the asparagus. The strawberries seem to not realize that it is winter. I picked a good, hardy variety, and they are green, and still sending out new shoots, which I need to snip back every few weeks. Read more about Garden Dreams...
Today I painted our first room. It was the water closet in the master bath and only took an hour to mask and primer, but still. The fab GF came out twice to snap photos.
The drywall has been ready for three weeks, but we had such crap weather, I didn't even want to go outside. We had drifts over four feet high and both of the roof vent pipes are bent like mofos. I don't think they're broken, but I won't know until it's safe enough to scramble up on the roof, something I hate doing even in dry weather. No sign of any leaks, but until I can touch 'em, I won't know for sure. Read more about First painting---only primer, but yay anyway
Thank the flying spaghetti monster with all noodley appendages, the drywall is up, taped, and mudded, and the PVA applied. Russ did an amazing job. I never could have done this. I can hang drywall and stuff, but this...smooth wall is right.
We're going on week nine of what Russ thought would be a five weeker. Ah, well. I was framing and helping for the first few weeks, but I've been inside trying to earn money. So starting this week, I get to start back with sawing and hammering and swearing. Yay. So here are some pics.
Warning: several big pictures.
It's been really cold, so cold the rain froze in the copper cups last week and hasn't thawed. Read more about House update: drywall is done
I told you coffee was the bestest beverage ever and now all of science agrees with me.
Now get off yer butt and brew yourself a pot. The planet isn't going to save itself, you know---it doesn't know how to work the grinder. Read more about All you non-coffee drinking communists---I mean, people
Oh Yet We Trust
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
---Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Just a little reminder, because I've got the snow-covered 5b Blues, and missing my blooms: the Seed Exchange is coming soon. I've got zillions, and I hope at least a few intrepid garden bloggers are interested in doing some exchanging as I would like to. I've got a few links in my gardenblog bookmarks that do exchanges, but I'd like to at the very least tie into that with something a little more separate and Corrente-specific. So consider this a heads up post, and if you know any good exchanges, or have participated in them before, share your links and thoughts here. Read more about Pre Seed Exchange Posting
Michael Pollan for Secretary of Agriculture! Pollan wrote a letter to Obama on food policy (posted on here: "Sun food is local food"), and it turns out (kudos to the staff) that Obama actually read it. I'll start with the exchange, and through circuitous paths arrive at some suggestions on method for a critique of the coming Obama administration, ending where I started: with food. Read more about Food for thought, or empty calories?
I've known our neighbor Russ since we moved up here. Good guy. Biker who rebuilds Harleys for fun---we all call his garage the Museum because the bikes he's fixed up are beautiful. I had know idea he was a drywall guy until our neighbor, Rick, who engineered our house, suggested we ask him to drywall our house.
Russ is actually a taper and hadn't hung sheetrock for awhile. But he had had no work for two months and had bills to pay, so we agreed on a price, and he started working. It took longer than expected to get all the drywall on, but he did an amazing job. The guy is an artist. Persnickity as hell, didn't want help, brought his little dog, and fought his way through the zig-zags we have throughout our house. Read more about Drywall, sheetrock, whatever you want to call it
Saw Ryan last night and took him for dinner. He's lost weight since he got out of the pokey, but he looked pretty good.
He's now an indentured servant.
Ryan's working for a guy who restores classic cars, from tires to antennas, rebuilding, painting, the whole thing. He helps with that work as well as rebuilding the barn the guy uses as a shop, bracing the posts as the whole structure is on the verge of collapse. Read more about The other financial tarp