I get a text from my son’s fiance about a farm sale, looking over the add I ask her if I can tag along. I have mixed feelings about these events despite a love of thrift and the realization that the ex farmers will not be needing the tools much longer. Wandering through the bones… Continue reading Just Flowers
In a mass casualty event there are, in the most general terms, three classes of injuries; those that are likely to be fatal no matter the medical intervention, those likely to survive with or without immediate intervention lastly and those who will survive if medical intervention is initiated quickly, This is where the word “triage”… Continue reading Triage and the election.
Spring is in full swing here in Oregon; the front yard grass is two feet tall awaiting the return of the mower from the shop, and a blackberry cut down one day will be four inches above the ground the next. The heavy wet Willamette Hazelinear Clay Loam sticks to everything it touches and “take… Continue reading Rural Shopping
I have a strange affiliation for that moment when transferring the coffee beans to mason jars they perfectly fill them; no leftover lonely handful of beans in a crumpled bag nor half full jar reminding of the inevitable need to buy more. I have even gamed this by grinding the coffee and filling the coffee… Continue reading To move in time.
We have had an unseasonably warm and dry April here. The forecast shows it about to end and my goal is to get the last of the trees planted before the rain returns. Firstly because several weeks of warm rain is the perfect start for them, and secondly because I would rather not spend hours… Continue reading Open windows in April.
It seems like half of land ownership is making do with the tools on hand. The the small lawnmower broke down the week I finally got a “Bush Hog” for the tractor so I can quit using the lawnmower for work beyond its intended purpose in the. Good used tractors are in short supply this… Continue reading Still Life. With Tractor.
Early spring is always a roller coaster ride in Western Oregon. Warm sunny afternoons may end in hail, and days of rain can have vivid sun breaks. The clay soil starts to slowly and temperamentally drain and clover is blooming in the unkempt lawn. Before and after work I plant trees and plan for bees.… Continue reading Keeping hope in the hive mind.
At five in the morning the view through the window is dark and only trucks run up I-5 in the valley. The rest area looks like a marina in with lights coming and going in procession. In the 1990s this house was remodeled for good in the vaulted ceilings and a giant window in the… Continue reading Out of darkness
Or Christmas… We will be greeted as liberators, This won’t hurt bit, the check is in the mail. We all know these are lies. Yet we still believe them. They comfort us and distract. But there is no solution in deception. The streets of Eugene are empty with the only people outside live outside with… Continue reading “The war will be over by Easter”
Three days before arriving I stood on a rise in the desert; below were hundreds of steel buildings housing thousands. People heading home, people heading to war. The haze and dust of hangs with the smell of oil in this small country, and even in February the heat in the late afternoon makes the horizon… Continue reading A strange homecoming.