11 March …

The Moon came full while close to Earth. 

Mercury has been retrograde.

Has anybody noticed?

Things stayed much the same around here.  Chaotic

One of the white hens found a new way out of the day yard  and was lost to a predator. Replace fencing has moved up on the to-do list.

A niece asked for family history but I’ve lost her email so that is in abeyance.

Current book was a good read, but heavy going.  I have trouble reading about or watching deliberate cruelty.  I still have not seen the last of the Helen Hunt movie “The Piano”. I got up and left when it became obvious her husband was going to mutilate her hands.

We awoke to unexpected snow last weekend.

My spinning wheel began complaining about not having received her annual “spa” time for too many years.

So … chaos.

~~~

No more snow but temperatures are staying low.  33 degrees this morning with a high of only 48 expected.  Don’t get me wrong. 48 ain’t bad. It just means we aren’t getting close to planting time yet.  I have ordered some plants which are due to arrive in two weeks. I guess I’ll be making room for them someplace in the house to wait awhile before transplanting.

I ordered from High Country Gardens.  They raise their plants for this area in the high country of New Mexico so they are well suited to my growing conditions.  This year they have several new native plants which are both deer and rabbit repellent, so I splurged. All part of my reworking/refurbishing the courtyard and drying yard area.  I’m concentrating (in addition to herbs) on plants to attract hummers. bees, and butterflies.

~~~

I took Matilda to a woodworking friend for her spa time. His first move was to take her all apart. He sent me a picture and wow … pieces all over the place. But she will work better when she comes home and most likely feel better. I’ll be able to tell if that’s so by her “talk” when we start spinning again. I have several pieces of beautiful roving waiting.

~~~

Monday lunches are increasingly becoming something which I anticipate.  I’ve made some nice friends there in addition to the two with whom I have been volunteering at the food share programs.  They are two couples who are from Mexico and so are Spanish speakers as well as fully conversant in English (I am more and more convinced American dependence on English only is self-defeating).  They laugh at my Spanish attempts and that’s fine because the laughs are kind and they explain reasons to me thereby helping me learn. Each week I learn a bit more.

~~~

The monthly meeting of the landowners’ association was last night.  There are several things in the fire … interaction with the fire company, street addresses, buildings other than residences on parcels,  a lawsuit against a truck stop right next to one of the subdivision’s boundaries, timber harvests in the area, participation in a new program to enhance understanding and implementation of fire protection action, a request from the local community television agency for a monthly report on news from Hammond Ranch, use of Ranch residences as training sites for firefighters (instruction using a treasure hunt model … more about that as it develops) … and that’s all I can think of right now.  I’m involved in all of them, at least a little, since I’m the association secretary.

I can see I will be making trips to Yreka to consult with and ask questions of several County departments.  I hate going to Yreka for just one thing, so coordinating appointments will be a challenge. After all, challenges keep folks my age on their toes, right?  Maybe I’ll aim for mondays and fridays since the truck loaded with fresh produce from the central valley is there on those days. 

~~~

Mornings are once again dark when Kamille and Paul leave.  But evenings are still light enough to read past 7:30.

And speaking of reading … next on my list is another of the turn-of-the-century mysteries set in Manhattan.  Very light reading and fun. Leads are a midwife and an Irish copper.  

~~~

And here’s a suggestion for those of us who have anxiety attacks …

Silence is not mute. I’ve begun to realize that you can listen and learn from it.  It has a quality and a dimension all its own, a strange and beautiful texture.  It talks to me and it will talk to you as well. … Chaim Potok

So … ‘til next week …