The next summer visitor arrives this afternoon … Julie Small.
Her grandfather was my cousin. His name was Marvin and I remember that when I was quite young (he was 16 years older than I), he had played the piano and sung “Winter Wonderland” to me …
and that another time when he visited us he let me wear his white hat (Navy issue – he was in the submarine service).
I anticipate a nice visit.
George had to drive up to Central Point, Oregon today to pick up a piece for repair of one of his heavy equipment tools. He left angry.
He had paid nearly $200.00 for delivery as per instructions which said the piece would be delivered via FedEx. Since FedEx delivers to us we expected it here. Wrong.
And to make matters worse, the warehouse in Central Point is open for pick ups from 0700 to 0900 in the morning or from 1800 to 2000 in the evening only. That meant George needed to either leave before dawn or not get home until nearly sundown.
He bought over the net. Letters and evaluations will be written.
Last week I got caught up in those what? who? where? quizzes on Facebook. Turns out I was the geek in high school, am a traditional witch who ought to be a writer, and should be living in the world of Dr. Who.
Oh well …
This has been a garden week. I got some volunteer chamomile transplanted for later harvest, garlic chives reset, and lemon balm and hyssop seeded. In addition, the new blueberry plants are rooting well.
It has also been a week of harvesting herbs. Some herbs are a bit early this year. That must be weather patterns. I have oregano and comfrey hanging to dry and mullein leaves scattered to dry and lavender hanging and yarrow and allheal making tincture and apple mint and spearmint hanging for tea and am watching the cleaver (I found a new patch). No sign of blooms on what few St. John’s wort plants there are. They will be late this year.
I spotted a couple of good chickory plants. I’ll watch them for roots next fall and set some aside for “coffee” if we have a hard winter. A hard winter … what an idea … I hope I hope I hope …
Speaking of winter … cold nights came back just after I got the tomato and pepper plants out into the garden. That figures. Fortunately, I save old sheets and was able to provide some cover.
The catalpa still hasn’t bloomed but is showing buds.
The fruit on both the apricot and the plum took a hit with cold nights. There is still fruit, just not as much as I had hoped. And we need to get the bird netting out over the peach tree. It is away from the house and so the birds are more aggressive. I’ve hung some flutterers around. Maybe they will help until we can get netting up and over. And I’ll see if I can locate the owl scarecrows.
Fire watch in our area is HIGH. NO barnyard burning allowed. CalFire has cancelled all fire permits. That means the slash piles will be really big for Hallowe’en bonfires this autumn.
Genealogy … Back in March of 2010, I wrote to the Kansas Council of Genealogical Societies to ask for information about applying for “Forgotten Settlers” information. Several of my forbearers settled in Kansas very early. I had not heard anything in reply until just a couple of days ago. Now I have information and a link to another genealogical cousin.
Maybe four years plus for a response is par for Kansas. Who knows?
At one time I was a member of an investing group which was doing pretty well. Then I began looking into the ethics of the companies we owned such as the company who fired a manager because he put a bulletin board in his establishment, where employees and customers could see it, on which he posted a positive thought each day. It was not authorized company policy so the manager was out the door in spite of loud support from employees and customers.
Or the company which had a history of firing employees when they worked their way up to the top salary range and hiring in replacement employees at base wage. I could find no complaints about the performances of the discharged employees. In fact, most of them had exemplary job reviews. Because the company headquarters were in an “at will” state, and there was no union protection, there was no recourse under age harassment laws (even though most of the involved people were over 55).
Or the company which fired an employee who called a failure in safety procedures to the attention of management. I couldn’t find information in re any correction to the procedures.
And those are only a few of the companies in which we held stock.
I finally decided I could not be part of that culture and took my money out. I look at market results following the recent recession and how the value of the NYSE has risen more than $7,000 from its low (I can’t recall the percentage, but it’s big) while, at the same time, more and more people fall below the poverty level … and I think how “rich” I’d be had I stayed in the investment club. Then I think of the ethical cost of that wealth and am content with my situation.
Tonight is the monthly meeting of the radio club. Things are falling into place nicely. First radio event will be next saturday … high class bike event in Mt Shasta. I will be manning (?) the first rest stop on the route and then (after lunch) filling in wherever needed until the day is over. Free dinner (for volunteers) this year is Casa Ramos … good food.
And the shirts are pretty classy.
Next up in the radio calendar … Mt Shasta’s 4th with its parade in reverse.
A neighbor was told he had to move out of the house he had been renting and so had to empty out the freezer. As a result, I inherited a whole lot of partially thawed tomatoes. I spent yesterday (off and on all day) canning.
Several years ago (about five I think, when she was last here), my friend Elaine brought me two starts of rose campion from over on the Klamath River. It is simple and lovely and has seeded itself over a rather large area. I have been giving away starts. It is truly a sweet addition to any arid garden, even if you do have to “weed” some to prevent it taking over completely.
Our hummingbird colony is growing. Adding feeders seems to have done the trick. And putting some near the house and some out under the pergazebollis was a good idea as well. Spreads the area the “boss” has to monitor.
A couple of mornings ago we saw a new hummer outside the dining room windows. It is the smallest we’ve seen. Most of them are the size of the first two joints on my middle finger. The “boss” is a bit bigger. But this new one isn’t much bigger than the two joints of my little finger.
Very young female? New hatch? Who knows. But it does seem to be a bold one.
Speaking of ideas … remember me putting beer bottles in the ground in the garden last year to deter the burrowers? Well … it didn’t really work. It may be that we don’t get enough air flow across that area to make them “sing”. So I am now busy taking them out as I ready the beds for use … that makes extras work because I have to wash them before the Opportunity Center will take them for recycling.
This year I will go back to castor pellets. That worked in the past. If I can find some castor beans, I’ll grow a plant and try to make my own deterrent.
And finally …
Nietzche said, “A man can deal with any what, as long as he has a good enough why.”
Reminds me of my Nana’s saying that we are never given a load heavier than we can carry.
Dissimilar minds with similar thoughts.
And there is no such thing as human impacted climate change … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A39yX9bMsvY&feature=youtu.be
Weather prediction is for things to warm up …
And that’s it for this week. So … ’til next wednesday …