Morning in Paradise... Yesterday was Debbie's 12 week followup visit with her knee doctor. He pronounced her fit for full weight bearing, as she can tolerate it, and told her to get on with the physical therapy to build up her muscles again. He also gave her a referral for more physical therapy, to help with her lower back pain. She's going to be working out a lot! Debbie also had her second hydro-therapy session yesterday, and that went very well indeed. So yesterday afternoon, by way of celebrating, we headed for Salt Lake City for an early dinner at The Red Iguana.
After our last experience with an excellent “special”, the first thing we looked at was the specials (which are different every day). There were three, and they all sounded great! Debbie picked the baby back pork ribs, which she pronounced delicious (in between yummy noises). I had a chile relleno special, with a roast poblano pepper in a light egg batter (no grease in sight!), stuffed with a spiced (but not spicy hot) mixture of ground beef, corn, pine nuts, and raisins. That was, hands down, the best chile relleno I have ever had - brains fall out on the table good. We topped it off with flan, excellent as always.
Then Debbie had the brilliant idea of trying the State Liquor Store in Salt Lake City, thinking that it might have more selection. There was a beer she wanted to get (Epic Brewing Intermountain Wheat), and I was looking for a decent cognac. A quick Google Maps query showed us that the State Liquor Store was less than a mile away, on the same road as Red Iguana – perfect! We tootled on down there, and discovered that it was four or five times the size of the Logan liquor store, and had all the things we wanted (and more). So we headed home with very happy bellies, and loaded down with a fine selection of hootch. Yay!
This morning I took our usual walk with Miki and Race. It was a particularly beautiful morning: blue, blue sky with just a few puffy clouds, temperature 64°, humidity 35%, dew on the ground, all the dust tamped down by a light rain last night. It's hard to beat this for walking! We took a loop route, and just as we started back we were joined by two very happy, crazy-friendly Springer Spaniels. They stayed with us all the way home. One of them had a tag with a partially readable phone number, so I locked them in the back yard and tried to contact the owner. As I was doing that, Debbie called up to tell me that the dogs had escaped the back yard, and were tearing off for parts distant. Oh, well. So much for the idea of helping them get back home. We're hoping they're smart enough not to get hit by a car.
Now we're off to do some grocery shopping...
Friday, September 4, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Porcupine in Paradise...
Porcupine in Paradise... That's Porcupine Reservoir, where Debbie and I took an late afternoon trip yesterday. We were looking for wildlife, and we found it: two peregrine falcons, a kingfisher, an osprey, lots of common loons, and a new bird we haven't identified yet. It's shaped a lot like a loon, behaves like a loon, but it has a reddish-brown head. We only saw it at a distance, so we didn't get any more details. The only actual loon that might fit is the Pacific Loon, but that shouldn't be seen here even on migration...
“Scientists discover that the world contains dramatically more trees than previously thought”
“Scientists discover that the world contains dramatically more trees than previously thought” My father would have enjoyed that headline...
Hillary's email problem...
Hillary's email problem... Some dramatic news this morning:
The hacker selling Hillary's emails is possibly a fraud. Arguing against that possibility is the hacker's marketing technique: releasing the subject lines. They look real, though of course they could be a cleverly constructed ruse. If they're real, and if someone bites and purchases them, and if they are released into the public domain – then it's really hard to see how Hillary can maintain the pretense of innocence from email wrongdoing. Of course, it's hard to see that with what we know right now – though her team is certainly trying hard.
I wonder if I'll live long enough that the name “Clinton” is no longer a blight upon the American political landscape?
- Hillary's IT guy pleads the Fifth (uh oh).
- Hacker puts all of Hillary's “Sent” emails up for sale (whoa!)
The hacker selling Hillary's emails is possibly a fraud. Arguing against that possibility is the hacker's marketing technique: releasing the subject lines. They look real, though of course they could be a cleverly constructed ruse. If they're real, and if someone bites and purchases them, and if they are released into the public domain – then it's really hard to see how Hillary can maintain the pretense of innocence from email wrongdoing. Of course, it's hard to see that with what we know right now – though her team is certainly trying hard.
I wonder if I'll live long enough that the name “Clinton” is no longer a blight upon the American political landscape?
A local girl and her trout...
A local girl and her trout... Paradise Trout & Berry Days photos, from a local news web site...
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Plant identification in Paradise...
Plant identification in Paradise... Jake Zollinger (fourth generation nurseryman) came out to visit us this morning. We've purchased some plants from them (weeping willows, lilacs, paper birches, and some prostrate sumacs), and he verified that our planned locations were all ok for them. He also walked around our place with me, identifying the “mystery plants” that we have all about.
The shade trees that we have near our house (one in front, one in the rear) that we like are honeylocusts, a horticultural variety (Imperial) that is their number one seller for shade trees. The two trees we have in front of the house, with incredibly soft wood and with lots of dead branches, are lindens. They're going to go. The shrubs with red berries planted (four of them) in the front of our house are viburnums. We'll probably keep one of these, but the other three are out of control and too close to the house. The ugly shrub growing right next to our front porch, and suckering all over the place, turns out to be the sprouting root stock of an ornamental crab apple. The ornamental part apparently died (or was cut back) some time ago, and the former owner started pruning what grew out of the root stock. That's going to go for sure! On the southeast corner of our house we have a half-dead red-leafed plum that's got a big green bush underneath it. That bush is its root stock sprouting, apparently because the ornamental part is dying. That's gonna go, too (all of it). The red-leafed trees growing south of our barn are ornamental choke cherries – something I would never have guessed, as they don't look anything at all like the wild choke cherries.
It was a very useful visit from my perspective. Basically we've confirmed what we suspected: that the landscaping job done when this house was built in 1992 was nothing special, and that we should feel free to just start over. Which we will, once the construction is done!
The shade trees that we have near our house (one in front, one in the rear) that we like are honeylocusts, a horticultural variety (Imperial) that is their number one seller for shade trees. The two trees we have in front of the house, with incredibly soft wood and with lots of dead branches, are lindens. They're going to go. The shrubs with red berries planted (four of them) in the front of our house are viburnums. We'll probably keep one of these, but the other three are out of control and too close to the house. The ugly shrub growing right next to our front porch, and suckering all over the place, turns out to be the sprouting root stock of an ornamental crab apple. The ornamental part apparently died (or was cut back) some time ago, and the former owner started pruning what grew out of the root stock. That's going to go for sure! On the southeast corner of our house we have a half-dead red-leafed plum that's got a big green bush underneath it. That bush is its root stock sprouting, apparently because the ornamental part is dying. That's gonna go, too (all of it). The red-leafed trees growing south of our barn are ornamental choke cherries – something I would never have guessed, as they don't look anything at all like the wild choke cherries.
It was a very useful visit from my perspective. Basically we've confirmed what we suspected: that the landscaping job done when this house was built in 1992 was nothing special, and that we should feel free to just start over. Which we will, once the construction is done!
Wild life in Paradise...
Wild life in Paradise... Wildlife, that is. Debbie and I took a big loop drive yesterday evening, up toward Hardware Ranch, then clockwise through Ant Flats, Eden, Liberty, over the mountains on a four-wheeling road to Avon, and back home. The goal was wildlife spotting, and that we did: several deer (including three sets of twin fawns), an osprey, a bunch of cedar waxwings, a kingfisher, a blue heron, an unidentified bird the size and shape of a pheasant, but colored a mottled white and gray, lots of western bluebirds, swallows, a big trout (spotted by Debbie in a clear mountain stream), a perky mouse that ran across the road in front of us, and a peregrine falcon. Not bad for one outing!
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
For the Mac-heads out there...
For the Mac-heads out there ... a couple of interesting articles. One on security, the other on useful OS X-specific command line utilities...
The plant at right is very important to Debbie...
The plant at right is very important to Debbie... It's Coffea arabica, the source of the brew she starts her day with. Every day. Two monster cups, at an absolute minimum :) Via BPOD, of course...
Morning in Paradise...
Morning in Paradise... I can't believe it's September already, but that's what my calendar says, and I have no reason to believe it's wrong. Dang!
Yesterday evening we took a drive down the left hand fork of the Blacksmith River, hoping to find wildlife. We didn't find much of that, though we did see a doe with twin fawns on the way back out. Our drive took us along a tumbling, rocky stream with the occasional beaver dam (and consequent ponds, willows, alder, aspen, etc.) through an unexpectedly narrow and dramatic canyon, with wall reminiscent of the Grand Canyon, though obviously on a much smaller scale. We saw one side-stream that burst out of a spring on a rock wall (at right), and a few late-blooming plants (also at right). It's very dry back there right now; no recent good rains and a lot of hot days...
This morning the boys (Miki and Race) took our usual walk. We were a bit later than usual, and there were scads of hawks all around us, perched on every available elevated position, scanning the mown barley fields for voles. I counted 22 hawks in sight from one place I stood! The temperature was just about perfect for brisk walking: 62°. The dogs, of course, were terrifically excited by this adventure. As soon as I pick up the leashes or put on my hat, they basically go completely insane (admittedly that's not a big step from their normal state, but still...). Some photos from today's walk:
Debbie read some exciting news online this morning: Crumb Brothers, which tragically closed a few months ago, is about to reopen under new ownership. Woo hoo! And it's even better than before, at least on the surface: the new owners are adding an espresso bar. Debbie is over the moon :)
And now you'll have to excuse us, as we're about to go to Herm's for breakfast...
Yesterday evening we took a drive down the left hand fork of the Blacksmith River, hoping to find wildlife. We didn't find much of that, though we did see a doe with twin fawns on the way back out. Our drive took us along a tumbling, rocky stream with the occasional beaver dam (and consequent ponds, willows, alder, aspen, etc.) through an unexpectedly narrow and dramatic canyon, with wall reminiscent of the Grand Canyon, though obviously on a much smaller scale. We saw one side-stream that burst out of a spring on a rock wall (at right), and a few late-blooming plants (also at right). It's very dry back there right now; no recent good rains and a lot of hot days...
This morning the boys (Miki and Race) took our usual walk. We were a bit later than usual, and there were scads of hawks all around us, perched on every available elevated position, scanning the mown barley fields for voles. I counted 22 hawks in sight from one place I stood! The temperature was just about perfect for brisk walking: 62°. The dogs, of course, were terrifically excited by this adventure. As soon as I pick up the leashes or put on my hat, they basically go completely insane (admittedly that's not a big step from their normal state, but still...). Some photos from today's walk:
Debbie read some exciting news online this morning: Crumb Brothers, which tragically closed a few months ago, is about to reopen under new ownership. Woo hoo! And it's even better than before, at least on the surface: the new owners are adding an espresso bar. Debbie is over the moon :)
And now you'll have to excuse us, as we're about to go to Herm's for breakfast...
Monday, August 31, 2015
Morning in Paradise...
Morning in Paradise... Miki, Race, and I took our usual walk this morning, though on a slightly different route. The sun rose over the Wasatch Mountains when we were about a third of the way through our walk, lighting up the fields most beautifully.
Nothing exciting on the walk today – no crazy voles, no skunks, no stooping hawks. But it sure was beautiful!
Shortly after we got back from our walk, it was time to take Debbie in for her first day of hydro-therapy. That's her, in the therapy pool, walking on an underwater treadmill. The monitors in front of her are showing her various views of her legs and feet, taken in realtime by underwater video cameras in the pool. The therapist put her through a series of exercises with her about 65% immersed, so just over half her body weight was buoyed up by the water, and under half was actually on the treadmill. Debbie pronounced the experience “cool” and we're going back for more on Thursday.
While on the way back from that, we got a text from our neighbor Alan L. His wife Nikki gave birth to their latest child, Rockwell (at right); both mom and baby are in great shape. Alan is already bragging about the muscles on display :)
We're going to head out to the left fork of Blacksmith River this evening to look for some more wildlife...
Nothing exciting on the walk today – no crazy voles, no skunks, no stooping hawks. But it sure was beautiful!
Shortly after we got back from our walk, it was time to take Debbie in for her first day of hydro-therapy. That's her, in the therapy pool, walking on an underwater treadmill. The monitors in front of her are showing her various views of her legs and feet, taken in realtime by underwater video cameras in the pool. The therapist put her through a series of exercises with her about 65% immersed, so just over half her body weight was buoyed up by the water, and under half was actually on the treadmill. Debbie pronounced the experience “cool” and we're going back for more on Thursday.
While on the way back from that, we got a text from our neighbor Alan L. His wife Nikki gave birth to their latest child, Rockwell (at right); both mom and baby are in great shape. Alan is already bragging about the muscles on display :)
We're going to head out to the left fork of Blacksmith River this evening to look for some more wildlife...
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Chicken and dumplings in Paradise...
Chicken and dumplings in Paradise... And all my readers should wish that they'd been here to partake! Debbie hit a home run on this one: a slightly creamy chicken soup with roast chicken (not cooked in the broth), simple dumplings, and the classic vegetables. From the first spoonful we knew she had a winner. Man, am I stuffed now, with such good things! And we has leftovers!
Even the dogs enjoyed the feast, in their role as lickers-of-bowls...
Even the dogs enjoyed the feast, in their role as lickers-of-bowls...
“About sums it up, I think...”
“About sums it up, I think...” So says friend, former colleague, and reader Doug S. I think he's got that about right...
Dog marketing...
Morning in Paradise...
Morning in Paradise... Last night, as planned, we went to the Trout & Berry Days dinner at the Paradise town park. In addition to the delicious dinner, there were lots of people we knew there, and plenty of new people to meet. The photo at right shows the picnic tables we all ate at (behind Debbie), and you can make out the Week's Berry Farm trailer from where we got our desserts (a little custard in a pie crust, with blackberries on top). One fun thing for me: it turns out that several of the servers were part of the “Mormon horde” that did a service project to clear dead wood on our property earlier this year. These guys all remembered me (or, more likely, the chicken sandwiches that Debbie made!), and we got a big, friendly greeting from them all. Debbie watched the cooks grilling the trout and pronounced it “well done!” – mainly because they used vast quantities of butter on the grill. The trout was outstanding, as it was last year. We had a lovely time, not least because we got to spend some time with our friends Bruce and June (who took us there). This get-together reeks of small town America – a community activity for the whole family, with people from newborn babies (one we saw was just 4 days old!) to nonagenarians. Nice. Our style. Home, in a way that Jamul, California never felt...
This morning I was feeling very lazy, and had to force myself out on a walk with Race and Miki. Once I got myself in motion, though, it was just as enjoyable as always. No crazy voles or close hawk encounters, though. We did see lots of hawks again, including one quite large red-tailed hawk. They're very skittish birds, usually flying off when we get to within 100' or so of them. I speculate that this is because they're actually quite vulnerable to injury, their formidable appearance notwithstanding. It would be very easy for a hawk to suffer an injury that would prevent it from hunting – a broken wing, or even just a few key flight feathers pulled out – and that would kill the hawk by starvation. That makes the behavior we saw yesterday, wherein the hawk allowed Race within a foot or so of him, quite unusual. I don't know how to account for it...
Some photos from this morning's walk for you:
This morning I was feeling very lazy, and had to force myself out on a walk with Race and Miki. Once I got myself in motion, though, it was just as enjoyable as always. No crazy voles or close hawk encounters, though. We did see lots of hawks again, including one quite large red-tailed hawk. They're very skittish birds, usually flying off when we get to within 100' or so of them. I speculate that this is because they're actually quite vulnerable to injury, their formidable appearance notwithstanding. It would be very easy for a hawk to suffer an injury that would prevent it from hunting – a broken wing, or even just a few key flight feathers pulled out – and that would kill the hawk by starvation. That makes the behavior we saw yesterday, wherein the hawk allowed Race within a foot or so of him, quite unusual. I don't know how to account for it...
Some photos from this morning's walk for you:
Saturday, August 29, 2015
The pistol-packing, Macified mama...
The pistol-packing, Macified mama ... has some beautiful flowers in her garden!
Imagine something this attractive, yet so close to Washington, D.C. Seems unlikely, doesn't it?
Imagine something this attractive, yet so close to Washington, D.C. Seems unlikely, doesn't it?
Morning in Paradise...
Morning in Paradise... Miki, Race and I took our usual morning walk. We had a little more adventure than usual, though. As we were walking past a mowed-down barley field, we saw a vole behaving very oddly, about 10 feet away off to my left. It was jumping up and down, as though it were trying to escape a predator nipping at it's heels, but no predator was visible to us. The two dogs immediately starting bouncing at the end of their leashes, snapping jaws just a couple feet from the vole, who kept jumping around and acting generally nuts. I was struggling to keep the dogs from dragging me, while at the same time watching the crazy vole.
With no warning at all, a medium-sized hawk suddenly stooped down, nailing the vole in one claw. Miki immediately ran behind me, stuck his cowardly little field spaniel head between my legs, and started barking like mad. Race pulled even harder toward the hawk and immediately entered full-on insane mode. Border collie spittle was flying in all directions, and I was being inexorably dragged toward the hawk – who didn't seem particularly perturbed by any of these goings-on. He puffed himself up and spread his wings, but when that didn't scare Race off he just took off with the vole impaled on his claw. As the hawk flew away, Miki came out from behind me and claimed all the credit for scaring off the hawk.
Dogs.
Yesterday evening we took a drive just before sunset to see if we could spot some wildlife up the Blacksmith Fork canyon, toward Hardware Ranch. Boy, howdy, did we see some wildlife, especially deer! Lots of fawns, including several sets of twins. We also saw blue herons, a couple falcons, some larger hawks, and three or four bazillion swallows. As we drove back toward home, a larger-than-usual moon, nearly full, hung low in the sky behind us. Very enjoyable, that drive was...
Tonight we're going to the Trout & Berry Days dinner at the Paradise Town park. The video at right was taken at last year's event, by a Scottish tourist; it's quite funny, but captures the spirit of the event nicely. We're going to the dinner with our friends Bruce and June N., the couple who were our realtors when when we were searching for our new home last year...
With no warning at all, a medium-sized hawk suddenly stooped down, nailing the vole in one claw. Miki immediately ran behind me, stuck his cowardly little field spaniel head between my legs, and started barking like mad. Race pulled even harder toward the hawk and immediately entered full-on insane mode. Border collie spittle was flying in all directions, and I was being inexorably dragged toward the hawk – who didn't seem particularly perturbed by any of these goings-on. He puffed himself up and spread his wings, but when that didn't scare Race off he just took off with the vole impaled on his claw. As the hawk flew away, Miki came out from behind me and claimed all the credit for scaring off the hawk.
Dogs.
Yesterday evening we took a drive just before sunset to see if we could spot some wildlife up the Blacksmith Fork canyon, toward Hardware Ranch. Boy, howdy, did we see some wildlife, especially deer! Lots of fawns, including several sets of twins. We also saw blue herons, a couple falcons, some larger hawks, and three or four bazillion swallows. As we drove back toward home, a larger-than-usual moon, nearly full, hung low in the sky behind us. Very enjoyable, that drive was...
Friday, August 28, 2015
My Uncle Donald...
My Uncle Donald ... my father's brother, would have loved this shelf fungus. He was obsessed with these fungi, and took hundreds upon hundreds of photos of much less photogenic species. Via BPOD, of course...
Progress in Paradise...
Progress in Paradise... Miki, Race, and I took a shorter-than-usual walk this morning, because we had to leave early to take Debbie to her physical therapy. The walk was beautiful, though. The air here is clean again, about normal for fall – there's no sign of the awful smoke we had last week, from fires several hundred miles away. Some photos from along the way this morning, just after sunrise over the Wasatch Mountains so the shadows are long:
Debbie's physical therapy went well. Wess G., her therapist, seems happy with her progress. He recommended that she try a couple sessions of “water therapy” next week, so we signed up for that. As he describes it, the water therapy is basically a giant, deep bathtub with a treadmill inside. The treadmill can be raised and lowered to any depth within the little pool. This allows the physical therapist to raise or lower the amount of weight your feet and legs are feeling. When the treadmill is low (deep in the water), the water is buoying you up so that very little of your weight is felt. When the treadmill is high (shallow in the water), more of your weight is felt. Should be interesting.
Early this afternoon we drove up to Zollinger's Tree Farm. Several people here have recommended it to us, and we need several things pretty soon. Top of my list: some weeping willows to plug “holes” in the trees along the irrigation canal that runs through our property. As soon as I drove in, I could see that this was my kind of nursery. There are no Home Depot-style displays of merchandise. Instead, there are simple display beds for the retail inventory. I got out of my truck and started walking around, and just a few minutes later a fellow came up and introduced himself as Ron (and I found out later that's Ron Zollinger, third generation owner of the nursery).
We spent a very pleasant hour or so wandering around looking at the inventory that might meet our needs. First success: he had three good-sized (about 12' tall, 8' diameter) weeping willows, all balled up and ready to go. They're tagged for us, and will be delivered and planted in mid-September. Second success: I need ground cover to go around our shed, 200 lineal feet of 8 foot wide ground. He recommended a prostrate sumac that has very dark green shiny leaves, an attractive informal form, and the ability to shade out any weed known to mankind. It's also easy to prune, grows very quickly to its mature size of 8' to 10' diameter, stays under 2' tall, and is hardy as hell. He didn't have enough for me in stock, so he's going to scrounge around for some more. Third success: I asked him for advice on a tree I love – quaking aspen. He recommended against putting any of them in (and he's stopped carrying them), because the valley's population is being decimated by the combination of a borer and a fungus that the quaking aspen are susceptible to. When I asked him if there was any tree that was similar in appearance but without these problems, he recommended paper birch. Then he told me he had five big ones in inventory that were a little beat up from being on display a bit too long, and offered to let me have them at a great price (and it was irresistible!) but still with their normal guarantee (they'll replace any tree that isn't thriving). He thinks it will take a year or two for them to recover once they're established in a new location. Fourth success: I started describing some of the landscaping challenges we have around the house, and he stopped me with this offer – given that I was buying a crapload of trees from him, he'd come out and scope out our place, and dispense some advice and perhaps landscape design, and waive his usual fee. Win! He'll be out to our place next week, and then we'll know a lot more. That was an afternoon very well spent!
Early this morning, while we were at Debbie's physical therapy, the portable generator I'd ordered a month ago finally arrived. The freight company just set it down next to our driveway, without requiring a signature at all. The box was a little dinged up, so I was worried about what I'd find when I opened it up. I needn't have worried; it was packed well and was in perfect shape. Naturally it was a kit, so late this afternoon I put it all together and fired it up. The engine started in seconds, with an electric starter. The 120 V outlet showed on my meter as 121 V, with the nominal 60 Hz frequency at 59.9 Hz, both measurements with no load. I plugged in an air compressor that draws 6 amps, and both measurements remained the same. The electronic controls appear to be pretty darned good :) So now we've got a little bit of backup power for the first time.
We also have a project underway to put in propane-fueled backup generators, a 32KW model for the house and a 22KW model for the shed. The propane tanks we're installing will give us 4 days of run time on the house, and 2 on the barn, at full rating. We will normally be running at far below that, so in reality we'll have more like a week of run time. The propane tanks will be installed next week some time, and the generators should be installed before the middle of September. We'll be ready for the outages that winter typically brings.
Last night we had dinner at a neighbor's home: Gary and Elaine S., who live across Highway 165 from us. We feasted on fish they caught last week in Alaska, and fresh vegetables from another neighbor's garden. The company was great, especially the funny stories we heard about Gary's misadventures as a young man.
This afternoon, we feasted on more sweet corn and beets from Tim D.'s garden. Once again, I ate the beets along with all the greens – so good, they were. Past tense, unfortunately...
Debbie's physical therapy went well. Wess G., her therapist, seems happy with her progress. He recommended that she try a couple sessions of “water therapy” next week, so we signed up for that. As he describes it, the water therapy is basically a giant, deep bathtub with a treadmill inside. The treadmill can be raised and lowered to any depth within the little pool. This allows the physical therapist to raise or lower the amount of weight your feet and legs are feeling. When the treadmill is low (deep in the water), the water is buoying you up so that very little of your weight is felt. When the treadmill is high (shallow in the water), more of your weight is felt. Should be interesting.
Early this afternoon we drove up to Zollinger's Tree Farm. Several people here have recommended it to us, and we need several things pretty soon. Top of my list: some weeping willows to plug “holes” in the trees along the irrigation canal that runs through our property. As soon as I drove in, I could see that this was my kind of nursery. There are no Home Depot-style displays of merchandise. Instead, there are simple display beds for the retail inventory. I got out of my truck and started walking around, and just a few minutes later a fellow came up and introduced himself as Ron (and I found out later that's Ron Zollinger, third generation owner of the nursery).
We spent a very pleasant hour or so wandering around looking at the inventory that might meet our needs. First success: he had three good-sized (about 12' tall, 8' diameter) weeping willows, all balled up and ready to go. They're tagged for us, and will be delivered and planted in mid-September. Second success: I need ground cover to go around our shed, 200 lineal feet of 8 foot wide ground. He recommended a prostrate sumac that has very dark green shiny leaves, an attractive informal form, and the ability to shade out any weed known to mankind. It's also easy to prune, grows very quickly to its mature size of 8' to 10' diameter, stays under 2' tall, and is hardy as hell. He didn't have enough for me in stock, so he's going to scrounge around for some more. Third success: I asked him for advice on a tree I love – quaking aspen. He recommended against putting any of them in (and he's stopped carrying them), because the valley's population is being decimated by the combination of a borer and a fungus that the quaking aspen are susceptible to. When I asked him if there was any tree that was similar in appearance but without these problems, he recommended paper birch. Then he told me he had five big ones in inventory that were a little beat up from being on display a bit too long, and offered to let me have them at a great price (and it was irresistible!) but still with their normal guarantee (they'll replace any tree that isn't thriving). He thinks it will take a year or two for them to recover once they're established in a new location. Fourth success: I started describing some of the landscaping challenges we have around the house, and he stopped me with this offer – given that I was buying a crapload of trees from him, he'd come out and scope out our place, and dispense some advice and perhaps landscape design, and waive his usual fee. Win! He'll be out to our place next week, and then we'll know a lot more. That was an afternoon very well spent!
Early this morning, while we were at Debbie's physical therapy, the portable generator I'd ordered a month ago finally arrived. The freight company just set it down next to our driveway, without requiring a signature at all. The box was a little dinged up, so I was worried about what I'd find when I opened it up. I needn't have worried; it was packed well and was in perfect shape. Naturally it was a kit, so late this afternoon I put it all together and fired it up. The engine started in seconds, with an electric starter. The 120 V outlet showed on my meter as 121 V, with the nominal 60 Hz frequency at 59.9 Hz, both measurements with no load. I plugged in an air compressor that draws 6 amps, and both measurements remained the same. The electronic controls appear to be pretty darned good :) So now we've got a little bit of backup power for the first time.
We also have a project underway to put in propane-fueled backup generators, a 32KW model for the house and a 22KW model for the shed. The propane tanks we're installing will give us 4 days of run time on the house, and 2 on the barn, at full rating. We will normally be running at far below that, so in reality we'll have more like a week of run time. The propane tanks will be installed next week some time, and the generators should be installed before the middle of September. We'll be ready for the outages that winter typically brings.
Last night we had dinner at a neighbor's home: Gary and Elaine S., who live across Highway 165 from us. We feasted on fish they caught last week in Alaska, and fresh vegetables from another neighbor's garden. The company was great, especially the funny stories we heard about Gary's misadventures as a young man.
This afternoon, we feasted on more sweet corn and beets from Tim D.'s garden. Once again, I ate the beets along with all the greens – so good, they were. Past tense, unfortunately...
Some branches of science are rife with fraud...
Some branches of science are rife with fraud ... and political bias. Climate science is just one of them. I'm saying this more bluntly than most writers will, but I have no patience for such shenanigans. Deliberate misrepresentation and cheating in science studies is fraud. Period. The perpetrators should be drummed out of the field to find new careers as burger flippers. But only with close and careful supervision...
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Morning in Paradise...
Morning in Paradise... Miki, Race, and I took our usual morning walk, getting back before sunrise again. The air was back to its normal clarity, which sure was nice to see. I posed the dogs a few times near the recently-harvested barley field; they weren't all that thrilled to have to stop hunting voles :) We saw dozens of hawks this morning, including a half-dozen or so that were standing guard on recent kills. We also saw a hawk take vengeance on a crow that was harassing him, right over our heads. The crow made a tactical error in diving right after a close fly-by of the hawk – and the hawk instantly took advantage, diving on the crow and breaking his left wing. The crow started squawking, and fell in a spiral to the ground about 25' off to my left. The hawk was on him within seconds, and immediately started chowing down on the still-squawking crow. The crow was dead within a minute or so, but the hawk still looked very satisfied a few minutes later when we walked toward home.
If you're gonna mess with a hawk, just be prepared for the consequences of an error...
Yesterday we received a shipment that Debbie has been especially anticipating: a bronze sculpture of a mountain lion. It's now displayed in our cat room (aka “living room”), where it's one of a dozen or so pieces of feline-themed art. It's positioned so that you see it as you walk through our front door, which is kind of cool...
If you're gonna mess with a hawk, just be prepared for the consequences of an error...
Yesterday we received a shipment that Debbie has been especially anticipating: a bronze sculpture of a mountain lion. It's now displayed in our cat room (aka “living room”), where it's one of a dozen or so pieces of feline-themed art. It's positioned so that you see it as you walk through our front door, which is kind of cool...
Big acquisition in Cache County...
Big acquisition in Cache County... The LeGrand Johnson company is a big employer in Cache County, and a major construction firm. They work on everything from homes to roads. They did the excavation work for our shed, and paved our driveway. Our friend and neighbor, Tim D., worked there for many years before he retired as their paving supervisor. It was a family-owned business, well-known and respected by locals.
Now comes the news that LeGrand Johnson has been acquired by Summit Materials, a much larger conglomerate that went public earlier this year. The Summit management says that not much will change, but ... that's what the acquiring company's management always says in such a situation :) Locals are watching with concern, as the LeGrand Johnson company is such a large and important part of the business community here...
Now comes the news that LeGrand Johnson has been acquired by Summit Materials, a much larger conglomerate that went public earlier this year. The Summit management says that not much will change, but ... that's what the acquiring company's management always says in such a situation :) Locals are watching with concern, as the LeGrand Johnson company is such a large and important part of the business community here...
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