I was glad to see how tall Ben’s corn is last week. The summer has been good for me – after last summer’s blisteringly dry heat, I’m enjoying the slightly milder temps and the rain. I haven’t even had to get the sprinklers out of the garage yet.
And Iowa must be doing OK as well. My next-door neighbors were gone for about 10 days – visiting the grandparents south of the border. When they travel in the summer, I always water their outdoor plants; it’s easy as they just pull all the pots over to the fence and I can just apply the hose to them whenever I am watering my bales.
I’m happy to do it and I don’t think of it as an onerous chore (especially when it rains so much) so I was surprised when they came home with a bag full of corn for me as a thank you. Straight off the farmstand corn and the pretty kind I like best – yellow and white.
The only problem with 12 ears of fresh corn is when you are the only one home for over a week. YA was away on a work program. There was no way I was going to waste all that gorgeous corn so I rolled up my sleeves and dived in.
I saved two for just eating and de-kernelled (is that a word?) the rest. Froze one bag then made a double batch of corn salsa (froze some), a lovely fresh kernel cornbread and then a fun garden veggie pizza with ricotta as sauce. All done in three hours!
So now I’ve processed cherries and corn this summer. Wonder what else will come my way?
What kind of foodstuff would you like to have too much of?
A librarian once remarked on the variety of books I was checking out (this was in the era before the automatic check-out stations). I don’t remember what the particular books were, but it was probably a fair assessment; I’m like the moth – easily drawn to whatever light is on in my vicinity.
Last week The Green Bay Tree by Louis Blomfield arrived by my local library. I will admit that it’s been on my Hold list for quite some time; after pushing off the hold date for quite some time, I finally decided it was time to either read it or let it go. I read a biography of Louis Blomfield a couple of years ago – not sure what brought him to my attention – so that’s why I wanted to read Green Bay Tree – it was his first novel, published in 1924.
The day before I picked up the book at the library, the Italian word “semaforo” came up on my daily Italian lesson; it means traffic light. Since I knew semaphore is the use of flags as signals, I looked up the etymology to see how the Italians could get from signal flags to traffic lights. (Turns out to be pretty easy as it comes from the Greek, sema = sign/signal and phoros = bearer. I filed it away in my mental junk drawer.
Imagine my surprise when the next day, on page one of The Green Bay Tree, I came across this:
“Where death had touched the barrier it was possible to see beyond the borders of the garden into regions filled with roaring furnace, steel sheds, and a tangle of glittering railway tracks cluttered by a confusion of semaphore and signal lights which the magic of night transformed into festoons of glowing jewels – emeralds, rubies, cauchons, opals, glowing in the thick darkness.”
This sent me down a rabbit-hole looking for all the various types of signals that have borne the name “semaphore” over the years. I won’t bore you with all of them but I did find this picture:
It’s called a railway semaphore, so it’s pretty clear that the Italians aren’t taking a big leap to call their traffic lights “semafori”.
As always I am blown away by the coincidence of coming across semaphore twice in two days.
My little friend next door, Minnie, loves to sing and dance. For the past two summers she had done a summer camp at the Lundstrum Performing Arts Center; this year they presented Annie Jr (just a shorter version of Annie). Considering that it is all untrained kids and that they get the whole thing together in two weeks, they did a great job.
This was all that Minnie talked about for two weeks. In addition to previewing the song/dance that she was in, she regaled me with stories of how things were progressing and who was playing what part. There were several kids who had been in Little Mermaid with her last year and although I did see the show last year, I couldn’t have told you any of the players except Minnie.
Of course there was also the post-production discussion the day after the last performance. I commented that the young man who played Rooster Hannigan did a nice job. He also had a great dance solo dressed as a street Santa in the N.Y.C. song. Minnie quickly pointed out that he had played Prince Eric in Little Mermaid. When I said I hadn’t remembered that, she commented that he hadn’t had to do very much to be the prince. Then she added, almost as an afterthought, that princes don’t usually have much to do.
In her world, all her princesses and princes are represented by Disney. As I thought about it the next few days, I realized that Disney has, for the most part, not spent too much energy on princes. Snow White’s prince doesn’t have a name, Sleeping Beauty’s prince does have a name (and a bit of backstory) but doesn’t have much personality. Cinderella’s prince is also pretty non-descript. Ariel’s prince is a little bland and definitely clueless. Belle’s prince spends most of the movie as a beast and Tiana’s prince spends most of the movie as a frog. Merida has three princes, all of whom are a bit… lacking. A few princes fare a bit better in their Disney representation but clearly it’s all about the princesses.
I’m not too worried about this unfair portrayal – I doubt that young girls and boys are too damaged by this uneven treatment. But I also don’t believe that Barbie dolls are inherently evil either.
If you were to be a Disney princess or prince (or villain if you prefer) for a week, who would you choose?
I’ve got the brush mower on and I’ve started mowing weeds. We have a good crop of thistles. They’re taller than the tractor!
I went around the mullen’s.
As always though, majority rules.
Mowing waterways is a good opportunity to go down the middle of the field and see the crops. The corn is taller than me and the tractor in places.
Soybeans are not quite up to my knees yet, but they’ve got blossoms on them. The oats are up to my waist, but the quackgrass is quickly taking over. My neighbor who combines the oats, will be out of town this weekend and next. The oats aren’t quite ready to swath, yet it’s starting to go down (from the rust fungus weakening the stalk) plus the grass taking over, so I hate to wait too much longer. I’m thinking by the end of next week I’ll want to be cutting it. It will need to lay and dry for a few days before it will be ready for combining.
I had an email this week from the oat growers who market it for food grade vs animal food. The price at the food grade plant is $4.30 / bushel. At the local elevator, it’s $3 / bushel. That’s pretty hard to pass up the higher price. Yet I need to get it hauled down to the plant in Iowa, and the grain needs to be heavy enough for them to accept it. All things that are harder for a small operator like me to coordinate. Not impossible, but harder. And, of course, it costs money to haul it to Iowa, too. So there’s always a trade off. I’m still working out details.
The ducks are doing well. We bought them a kiddie pool last week and they’re big enough to get in, but not big enough to get out, so there’s a big rock in the pool. They’ve figured out how to go into their pen on their own at night. They’re fun, when I go out there and call to them, they all call back to me. It isn’t quite a ‘quack’ yet, still more of a ‘peep’. I call out “Hello ducks! Hey Kids!” and they’re all “peep, peep, peep”. They know I’m bringing food. They don’t want to be picked up or anything, but they come over closer too me. This sure is an interesting looking bunch. I can’t wait to see what they look like when grown up. Notice the black spots on the feet of some of them.
I spent most of the week working on the Rep Theater stage again. I’ve had good help from my buddy Paul, and Chris, Michael, Doug, Max, and Noah. Max and Noah are the teenage boys helping me this summer. Max hasn’t done anything like this construction before. He’s learned and used a lot of new tools (and found the chalk line really fascinating- although he doesn’t come out and say that). He’s a good kid, a hard worker, smart, and good to have around.
The majority of the work is done, the main stage is done and has one layer on it. Next up will be the second layer of 3/4″ plywood and a top layer of 1/8″ plywood. We call it ‘lauan’, but the lumber yards don’t know it by that name. And it used to be $10 / sheet. Double that now. Jeepers. And 3/4″ plywood is $40. And that’s not even the fancy sanded stuff.
I did get a little bit done in the shed at home and replaced the windshield washer pump and one nozzle on my truck. Cut some grass one night.
A couple years ago, four of the bolts holding a gear box on the brush mower got loose. My brother and I tightened them up. They came loose again. This summer we replaced the bolts and put ‘lock-tite’ on them. After mowing for a day, they’re loose AGAIN. I need another helper to tighten them up again, but I’m afraid this might turn into a bigger repair job requiring a piece of steel welded underneath or something. I dread adding it to my list again.
It’s finally drying up around the barn and yard a bit, so that’s good.
Ever had a pedicure? What color would you paint your toenails tonight?
Went for my eye exam last week. No changes so I decided this was a good time to invest my annual glasses allowance for a pair of prescription sunglasses.
Since I had such a good experience with Warby Parker last year, I headed over to the store again to ask about new shades. Now last year I was in and out of the store so fast that I barely had time to even look around (except when I was actually looking at the various glasses styles and even that didn’t take me too long). This year the store was hopping; I ended up waiting about 20 minutes after I checked in so I had a chance to take the place in.
First off, there are books above each alcove of frames… real titles but the spines are all monochromatic (all white over one alcove, all blue over another, etc.) so I’m guessing they are probably not the actual books. I could be wrong but I doubt it. Then I noticed their 100 word “all about us” statement printed on the wall. Each word is numbered. The funniest things were books of haiku on shelves under each alcove titled “Baby Pigeons”. Apparently at WPHQ they write haiku. They have them on the walls, in emails and in various correspondence and collected in a book. Here is the haiku that inspired the title of the book:
How come you never
See baby pigeons? I asked
“What?” said the dentist.
I also liked this one:
finish lip balm tube rather than just losing it? honor this moment
I didn’t ask if the books were for sale but I liked that WP apparently doesn’t take themselves too seriously. It did inspire me to write a haiku of my own on the way home:
Every eight weeks we get a call from the Memorial Blood Center. I assume it’s because her name is before mine in the alphabet; YA gets the first call and usually before I even get my call, she has come to me to pick out a good date for us.
We went down to our local center as usual but unlike usual, YA got light-headed afterwards and instead of grabbing a snack, put her head down on the table where we were sitting. This was like an alarm bell going off in the center. Suddenly there were five folks around us, one bringing a cool cloth, one bringing a wheelchair, two helping to get YA into the wheelchair and one poor gal, who was just hovering but didn’t seem to have a specific job. YA actually lost consciousness for a second in the wheelchair.
The phlebotomist (what a great word) who had done my draw was the one who appointed himself as YA’s guardian while she recovered. He was very knowledgeable and answered all our questions. OK, all of my questions. He was very clear about what he was doing and how long before the next “check-in”. It was very comforting for the anxious mother. YA stayed reclined for about 45 minutes before we took off. She wanted Taco Bell on the way home and then she spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, watching tv.
I asked if this has soured her on giving blood. She said she doesn’t think so. Guess we’ll know in another six weeks or so!
The plan was just to go into my local Aldis, get the shredded cheddar and a half gallon of milk. I swear.
You know those big cardboard boxes that usually are full of watermelon at this time of year? Or all those bags of freezee-pops? Well, right inside the door was a big cardboard box of cherries. Bag after bag of gorgeous cherries and at a very good price I might add. I was powerless.
Yesterday I pitted all the cherries from one of the bags – chopped up the amount was exactly what I needed for a batch of cherry freezer jam – 6 and a half jars. Fairly quick but the messiest of all the jams I make. I ended up using my Vidalia chopper – it made just the right-sized bits for the jam and it also didn’t spew cherry juice all over the place.
But here’s the kicker; you all know that I didn’t just buy one bag of cherries. I’ve never actually made cherry jam before so wasn’t sure exactly how many cherries I needed. Well now I know. With YA out of town for work, it’s just me and that whole bag of cherries. I suppose I could make more jam but I’m already pushing the limit of how much jam I can eat in a year.
As I was leaving the gym yesterday morning, there was a large group of geese walking away from the building. I’m not sure why but all I could think of was a group of teenagers having just finished a quick basketball game at the gym, heading off for a burger and a pop. Made me laugh.
For a very short time in high school, I was on the track team. Very short. My trail leg didn’t quite clear a hurdle during practice and while it was a life-threatening injury, it was pretty gruesome and it ended my extremely short track career. That was my only foray into team sports.
The weather is changing. The rain has stopped and the temps and humidity are up. I’ve turned on the chickens fan, and got the ducks in their outside pen. The ducks are at that awkward stage where a gallon of water last them half a day, everything‘s wet, and they chewed off the string on the bottom of a brand new sack of feed so then I had an open tube that used to have 50 pounds of feed in it. It was time to get them outside.
This was a mixed assortment of ducklings so I don’t really know what I’ve got yet, although six of them are all black, a couple are twice the size of a couple others, and like most teenagers, we just gotta get through this phase.
It takes a while for the ducks to learn how to get back in again at night, which means for now, Kelly and I have to wrangle them back inside. Everything is still wet down there, and it is stinky mud, and they’re not the smartest animal on the farm, so it’s kind of a whole big thing, but this too shall pass. Eventually.
I went out with the tractor and loader and moved the downed trees off the edge of the fields. The soybeans were sprayed with fungicide and broadleaf preventer on Thursday. I wanted the tree in the bean field out of the way for that. I’ll be mowing weeds in a week or two, and oats will be ready in 3 weeks or so. I moved two trees out of the oats field. I saw the neighbors cornfield just starting to tassel Friday afternoon
I’ve been spending a lot of time rebuilding the stage at the Rochester Repertory Theater. The old stage had been there since we moved there in 2007, and it was built of used lumber then, so it was squeaky and kinda wonky and wore out. Last year’s ‘Give to the Max’ campaign raised money for this new stage. I had a good group of volunteers come in to cut up and haul out the old one. We loaded it on a trailer and I hauled it to the recycling center. I didn’t expect it to cost $450 for disposal. Ouch. There went my budget.
Of course, what’s a project without a few extra items thrown into the mix? We are creating a tool room out of the former elevator room, we are insulating some windows, and we are making the control booth window larger too. All good stuff!
Except that I’m not getting much done on my machine shed shop project. I get a little done, it’s just slow going. I got steel wrap and the window trim done on one window, so I can get back to the steel siding. I did change the windshield washer pump on my truck and I need to replace one nozzle. And I cut off a tree root and reset some rocks interferring with the wellhouse door. And I got to use a pickax and a grub hoe.
I’m just not getting the shop work done.
Thursday, Kelly and I took a road trip to Golden Valley to ‘Monkey Wrench Productions’ and picked up some lighting stuff.
A new lighting console for the Rep theater (thanks to a very nice grant from the Carl and Verna Schmidt Foundation) and with all the construction on Hwy 52 that we ran into, we decided to take a different way home. Came back through Hastings, and had lunch at the ‘Lock and Dam Eatery’. Walked down to the river, and had a nice talk with a photographer.
A few days ago we took the four wheeler down through the woods. There’s a trail that a neighbor keeps mowed and I had been on part of it, but not all of it before. Although there were places I remembered checking fence 35 years ago when I still had beef cows down there. Like this gate; people would open it in the winter and if not closed again, cows ended up in their yards and they didn’t like that. Guess they never learned the rule to leave the gate like you found it. But that only works for the first person.
You gotta take your adventures where you can get them.
What’s the most money you’ve paid to get rid of something?
It’s been five years since we lost our Little Jail Bird, Edith. I think of her often and whenever I tell someone about her, I say what a hero she is to me, that she made a courageous decision to go ahead with the risky surgery rather than live the rest of her life with her illness (her words). In her memory, I’m running her most iconic posting on the Trail.
Until last fall, I had never been to Banning State Park. I had driven by it dozens of time, because when I head up to my sister’s house, I always turn off 35W and take Highway 23 into town. I didn’t know much about Banning, but when I was looking for a day trip, it seemed to fit my needs perfectly.
First, I wanted a park where I could drive there and back in one day without getting too tired. Second, I wanted a park that didn’t involve driving several back roads, because I knew that I would be driving in the dark due to the shorter fall days and my night vision and sense of direction is bad enough that I would get lost unless I kind of knew where I was going. And third, I wanted a state park because I had a state park sticker and wanted to use it as much as possible to get my money’s worth out of it. Banning fit all of those qualifications. Plus it has a waterfall, which is a big plus in my book.
So, off I went, one sunny morning in October. When I arrived, I stopped at the visitor center to get maps and ask where the best spots were. I was so excited. It seems that often when I go north, I am early for the fall colors and often find myself driving home just a few days before “peak” and this time I was not too early! I said something about that to the woman at the desk (while trying to not jump and down in excitement) and she shook her head woefully and told me in a discouraging tone, “You’re going to see LOTS of brown out there.” Gee thanks, way to burst my bubble.
Of course, since I drove all the way up there, I figured I better go on the hike anyway even if I would see mostly brown. I drove to the parking area and when I stepped out of the car and looked up, I knew it was going to be a good day (see header photo).
I hiked all the way to the falls and back and shot lots of photos. It was an incredibly beautiful day: that clear, deep blue sky that you only seem to see on autumn days and – surprise! – lots of colorful leaves on the trees. It can be a challenge shooting in bright sunlight, but I was so overcome by the beauty of it all that I just took that in my stride. There was that wonderful northwoods smell in the air – pine trees and dead leaves. Nothing like it! and nothing else invigorates me like that does.
It was getting pretty cool and the sun was going down quickly by the time I was heading back on the trail but the golden evening light only made things more beautiful and the colors more intense. I went home pleasantly tired and very happy and glad that the woman’s prediction of “lots of brown” wasn’t true.
Any comments / reflections on any or your heros welcome
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